So this weekend since I’m catching up and also getting ahead on my homework, I decided to let y’all enjoy a poem I wrote about two years ago. I assume that you have figured out that it is called Finally.

The lock that bound my heart to your ego,

Is the same one that you promised would stay closed.

I took your word and clenched it in my fist,

An act of love, I suppose.

The further time pushed on, the more of you I knew.

I felt moronic for believing it was too good to be true.

It’s not that love doesn’t exist or that you got bored,

It was simply because you got used to the fact that I always had the short end of the sword.

Almost a year later, I found the golden lock.

It was still closed, and I was going mad wanting it to stop.

So on a February night, I took a tool and attempted to unlock it.

After a couple turns, the handle shot up like a rocket.

Suddenly, there was no more attachment to you, I was finally free.

I didn’t feel the need to run back anymore, that I would normally.

You weren’t always right but one thing remains true:

The day that the lock wasn’t secure anymore was the day I stopped loving you. ~

So if the Son sets you free, you will be free indeed. – John 8:36

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