Living inside my head

Jam-packed

Crowded in on all sides

Encumbered by these monstrous old boxes

Providing a torturous walk

Along moments past

A monument filled with shackles

Magnifying every flaw

Every failure

The heart grows weaker

While held captive

Fatigue creeps in

Weighting the soul

Slowing down life's pulse

Hope becomes eclipsed



Do I need all these boxes hidden away

Does a monumental memory lane of shackles

inspire growth

Or life



Inside ourselves

We become the villains in our lives



Every flaw and failure is invaluable

When overcome and let go

Each stride taken

Nurtures growth

Produces strength

They are not a reflection of weakness

But a story

Of a warrior

Facing adversary

Struggling

Fighting

Beaten down

Rising up

Overcoming

And

Victorious with each stride



Thank you, God, for showing me how I let the past hold me captive

I choose to let go and allow God to be my strength

I want to trust the journey

Appreciate the struggle

Knowing when it gets arduous

There is a breathtaking beauty

Just beyond those looming dark clouds






© TrishHare