BURNT BRIDGES

My life has been desecrated
by a graffiti painted soul
My heart is held hostage
one time my heart stood whole

I've closed the doors on many things
burned life's bridges down
I spared no pain for anyone
when I thought that Iwould drown

I've prayed to GOD on my knees
when I lost my way
When GOD put me back on track
my prayers began to stray

I walked in shoes of my choice
stepped on other's feet
My dignity was ego fed
admitting no defeat

My tunnel vision took control
like blinders in the night
I've hurt the ones I love most
I wronged my every right

Then I prayed to GOD again
I told him what to do
My high and mighty self righteous ass
is what I fell onto

My ass, my pride , my everything
was bruised and hurt like hell
I got back on my feet
humbled and lived to tell

I dropped onto my knees again
I prayed for precious time
I asked for complete forgiveness
Lord, your will not mine

I prayed for help to rebuild
my bridges I had burned
Not bridges from my past
ones that held concern

Ones with humble strength
so I could mend some hearts
My thoughtlessness had broken
OH GOD just where to start

To gain the trust of others
who have trusted me before
This bridge from you " I beg LORD"
will open all new doors

It takes time to rebuild a life
with a desecrated soul
To clean up all graffiti
for my heart to beat as whole

I thanked the LORD for my fall
and my swollen ass
To keep me humble in his will
to learn from all life's tasks

BY: Terri Lynn Waldrop - Vienneau 101
Written: 11/09/2009
Kaleidoscope's Ghetto