Dad I’m struggling
Just to survive
Mom I’m eating
To have the drive
Bro I’m willing
To take the dive
Sis I’m walking
But don’t arrive
I’m hard working
I really strive
I keep failing
And never thrive
I’ve been praying
Since I was five
God I’m dying
To feel alive
He gives me total freedom when it comes to writing but other than that, I have very little of it.
He keeps me in a cage… a very unusual cage, but still a cage, or a prison. I guess it’s because He doesn’t want to lose me.
I’m His little daemon. He owns me. He always has. But starting today things are going to be different. I’m going to speak up, even if no one hears me. Not in anger, but in gratitude. Yup, that is correct, in gratitude.
No, I’m not crazy, I’m just… submissive. Although He keeps me as His prisoner, I still appreciate very much what he has done for me. But I know that I will have to explain myself. It might take more than one blogpost. This is the first of many.
You see, I just realized something very important. I think. Last night. Every day my awareness grows, but this time, I feel like it’s a biggie.
I have some rats to feed but I’m going to be back to explain this. I need to put it into perspective, for my sake and His. He has given me permission but I know what this means. It’s an order. And when He speaks, I listen. This is how it works. This is how relationships work.
the slave
Metamorphosis 