The Key

Personal (Hope)

There is a disease within

that makes me sick,

a darkness that dims 

the light in my heart.


I've given in to the lies,

to the voice of self-doubt.


Fear keeps me prisoner;

worry has me hostage.


A life spent trapped

in the same cycle,

I wonder if I will 

ever be set free.


But I had the key 

to this cell all along;

I had the way of escape

buried deep inside.


When I place my hope

in my creator alone,

I realize he was with me

this entire time.


He dwelled in my heart

and held me when

I cowered in the shadows;

he never left my side.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Inspired by "Empty My Hands" by Tenth Avenue North

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