The Victim

mystery morningby Lara Marriott

My mind is playing tricks on me

even though I’m okay

I can’t be fooled; I’ve got this

Yet a dejavu takes me away

down the wrong path

To a place I wished I didn’t visit again

It is dark and deceptive

cold as sin

 

A spiral staircase leading to black

How did I get here?

I can’t walk back

It is drawing me in

I can’t get out

There is nothing I can do

I am the victim now…

 

No I am not.  I’ve been told a lie

I will take back my life

one step at a time

I can get back out if I climb

I am not the victim

 

I can see the light coming into view

It is getting bigger and strengthening my will

I don’t need to swallow the world

I can’t handle more

There are so many things to be thankful for

 

Just take one day to the next

God says to my mind

I need to trust that He sees;

There is purpose to find

I will not be the victim

I am climbing back up

My resolve is to reflect

my Creator’s love

I am not the victim…anymore!

(this has been revised) 😉

 

Have you ever dealt with mind games?  I have.  I do.  Some days are worse than others.  Today for some strange reason I allowed myself to be down and full of fear.  I felt paralyzed  and unmotivated.  Thankfully, a dear person in my life suggested I did something redemptive and purposeful to take my mind off of myself.  So this poem was what I came up with.  I don’t know if it will encourage anyone else, but it felt great to be creative and get my thoughts out.  If you ever need prayer, please let me know.  It is never good to go through these kinds of things alone.

Blessings,

Lara~

 

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