There are moments in my day I feel unaccomplished and displeased as I've looked back over my life and wonder where the time went. I still remember being in drunken stupors, calling people at three o'clock in the morning talking about zilch. Sobbing about everything and nothing at all. Crying because I felt alone on an overpopulated planet. Hurt because I wanted one person to understand me without fancying something in return. It seemed I was always needed but never wanted. Always called but never comforted. Always somewhere but going nowhere.
The memories of my last relationship are filled with broken hearts and co-dependency mixed with malt liquor and dime sacks. I couldn't function in that time. I tried but I couldn't. We loved each other. We did. It wasn't enough to make it work. I wanted to make it work. It didn't work. Alcohol, insecurity, envy, marijuana, and foolishness are not enough to keep a relationship together. I've learned the hard way. A painful way. I've learned in ways no human should be educated. It almost cost me my life.
After a brief stint in a Sacramento rehab center through time away with God I discover true love. It was in the hands that wipe the tears of shame from my face those lonely nights. It was in the mind that dreamed dreams of success and wrote songs of devotion. It was in the little child who wasn't picked first in anything. It was in the intellect of a great man. It was in me. I was true love. I was the best for me.
God developed me into greatest from that experience. I became wanted without the use of my body. Desired without the lust. Called and comforted all at once. I became worth it. Why am I telling you this? I know someone's hurting and going through pain that seems forever. I just want to tell you I understand…
And I'm praying for you!
P.S. There are many people to thank for my recovery. They know who they are. Some don't even know how much they've helped. Some do. I'm praying for you anyway. (Check the punctuation)
Love You!!!
Until Next Time!!!
The memories of my last relationship are filled with broken hearts and co-dependency mixed with malt liquor and dime sacks. I couldn't function in that time. I tried but I couldn't. We loved each other. We did. It wasn't enough to make it work. I wanted to make it work. It didn't work. Alcohol, insecurity, envy, marijuana, and foolishness are not enough to keep a relationship together. I've learned the hard way. A painful way. I've learned in ways no human should be educated. It almost cost me my life.
After a brief stint in a Sacramento rehab center through time away with God I discover true love. It was in the hands that wipe the tears of shame from my face those lonely nights. It was in the mind that dreamed dreams of success and wrote songs of devotion. It was in the little child who wasn't picked first in anything. It was in the intellect of a great man. It was in me. I was true love. I was the best for me.
God developed me into greatest from that experience. I became wanted without the use of my body. Desired without the lust. Called and comforted all at once. I became worth it. Why am I telling you this? I know someone's hurting and going through pain that seems forever. I just want to tell you I understand…
And I'm praying for you!
P.S. There are many people to thank for my recovery. They know who they are. Some don't even know how much they've helped. Some do. I'm praying for you anyway. (Check the punctuation)
Love You!!!
Until Next Time!!!
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