My Issues
Haha! Another attempt at rap!
Brokenness is planted in me like a seed
Like sunlight and clean air, I take it in everytime I breathe
Big headed, distressed and deflated
My own arrogance kept me incarcerated
Lacerated, scare of hiding my own needs
Real desires starting searing fires that I refused to see
Trust that hurt me, founded in my own ability
The only thing I knew I couldn't do was bust out of my trust and be free
And seems everytime my brokenness grows it's been throttled out by weeds
Like gardener's worst nightmare, dandelion's fondest dreams
Entitlement sprung up like daisies through cracks in the road
What I deserve cuts my spirit's nerve and chokes it at the throat
My self in the choke-hold of what I think I've earned
Then dropped back at the bottom of lessons I have learned
Look back with regret at opportunities I've spurned
Thinking that I should get more than what I've been offered
And, of course, a work still in progress.