Monday, 07 July 2008

• Poem: I Stand Alive

  Below is a poem I wrote last year expressing my testimony. I think it's relevant to inhisimage's current theme of Hope, so here's my contribution. Later this week, I will attempt to write another poem on Hope. I'll put it up if it's decent enough to be exposed to another person's eyes. 

   

  I stand alive

   

  Here is how I used to get by-

  I was a dead person buried in life.

   

  Hope and joy were fantasies

  They ridiculed me relentlessly.

  I tried to clean my way to peace

  But found myself an OCD.

  Oh how I rocked myself in tears

  Angry desperate lonely tears.

   

  Night after night in secrecy

  I exorcised myself with poetry.

  But tears bathed them and words fed them,

  For nothing could hurt my inner demons.

  Yet they hurt me deep,

  They broke me, mocked me and made me bleed.

   

  I was diseased, I was wrecked

  And so I schemed to bury my life in death.

  But even that I failed to do,

  I was too scared, that’s the truth.

  Like a beggar I scavenged life

  By hurting others and getting by.

   

  When I thought all was lost

  The scabs fell and my heart grew soft.

  I was loved and I wondered why

  And a Voice answered me in the sky.

  “I am God and I’ve never left you.”

  And atheism became a pathetic excuse.

   

  Now I know this God who spoke

  He is love, grace, truth and hope.

  On the Cross He died for me,

  A wretched wound that rejected Him.

  I stand whole, I stand clean

  I stand alive because He lives.

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