Shades of blacks and whites
Long black angry shadows
Hiding fears, mistrusts and shame
And white as far as the eye can see.
Nothingness.
I wear my despair in monotone.
No cure for my sickness.
No help to pull me out of lifelessness.
No desire to climb to freedom.
Prison stripes.
Prison bars.
Prison chains.
I am captive to myself.
I want to be free.
I want Someone to rescue me.
Unlock this bitter agony.
Set me free.
Silence is deafening.
I want to hear.
I demand to hear.
I know Someone is listening.
But no one answers.
Anger builds.
Rage swells.
A fist raised to the sky.
Gutteral anguish.
I want You to fix this.
I want to be loosed.
I demand an answer.
Ripping the stripes.
Pounding the bars.
Tugging at the chains.
It has to be easier than this.
How do I fix this?
A faint jingling
Could it be keys?
Could it be Someone is coming?
Could it be I will be set free?
He stops.
He looks.
He weeps.
He turns to walk away.
Wait, don’t leave.
Wait, you have the keys.
Wait, let me out.
His eyes bore into my soul.
Water and Fire,
Earth and Sky,
Birth and Death.
“My child, these keys are not yours.
You already have your key.”
As quickly as He came
He left.
Though the words seemed a riddle
I remembered.
I knew the time.
I fell to my face.
I sobbed tears of regret.
I have lived my life for my own pleasures
And they have bound me.
I dressed myself in prison attire
And turned the lock myself.
I turned my back on His answers
Though He told me time and time again,
Surrender.
Repent.
Turn around.
Walk toward freedom.
Long, dark hallway.
Filled with perils
Leering from every corner,
Descending from every high places.
Grabbing hold and hanging on.
No, go away!
I am a child of obedience!
I am a child of freedom!
You will not capture me again!
Inch by inch.
Step by step.
Choice by choice.
I am aware of a power
Urging me forward,
The Wind at my back
Moving me closer to release,
Closer to the light of day.
Suddenly
There are colors,
Reds and pinks,
Purples and blues,
Yellows and oranges,
The deep lush greens,
The brilliant hues of sunrise,
The dark browns of trees,
The grey blue color of my lover’s eyes,
The bright laughter of my daughter,
The slow smile of my son.
Feelings return
And I embrace them.
I no longer push them away
For the drabness of my cell
Is something I will never forget.
I know what put me there.
I know what will keep me out.
I never want to go back.
What I thought I wanted
Only bound me tighter.
What I said I wanted
Seemed too hard
To fight for.
I tried,
I tried to get free.
Beat my head against the wall
Screamed at the top of my lungs.
Tried short-term fixes.
In the end,
He knew I had the key.
I knew I had the key.
I just didn’t want to go through the pain
Of leaving the familiarity of my prison.
I had become comfortable there
In the place of death.
The light of day
Seemed so far out of reach.
I could never go there.
Only beautiful people live in color
And yet the Creator
Made me in color.
He created me for better things than prison,
But if I choose prison
He will allow me to stay there.
Choosing freedom
Is akin to choosing Him.
Though I did that long ago
I didn’t know what it really meant
To deny myself
To take up the thing that is my biggest difficulty
And make it my greatest mission.
To follow and obey.
Now, I know.
Nothing tastes as good
As freedom feels.
Those sugary chains
Look delectable,
Taste like heaven,
But the hogtie like hell.
I’ve been to hell,
I never want to go back again.
I’ve tasted heaven
I want to do whatever it takes
To stay close to the One who
Inhabits this glorious place.
This is the place Grace built
A place of safety, security,
Beauty, love, power.
I live here now.
Note: I wrote this poem in response to a question from Stacy McPherson who asked: “Do you feel any difference spiritually now that you have lost the weight?” Great question Stacy. The answer is most decidedly a yes!
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Tereas,this is Jewel ..wow this Poem really spoke volumes to my spirit…I will be rereading it for sure and asking God to do the work in me that is necessary for He has given me the keys ,what a wake up call…Thank you
Jewel, if you go to the FREE tab on the website, you will find a Sweet Freedom audio clip. It’s actually me reading this poem because it is the final chapter in Sweet Freedom. In the study guide, I also have action steps that go with it.
Just want to say thank you for your time.