Submitted by The Inner Room on Sun, 03/31/2013 - 09:46

Gripped with longing
sudden, swift, severe
a longing I cannot shake.

I know what I'm longing for is a fantasy
which will dissipate into hard reality and leave me emptier and lonelier than before
the promise of unparalleled pleasure morphing into unmatched pain
the moment the bite of that fruit is taken.
My eyes open, the lies exposed,
nothing to cover myself with.

Help me, I need grace again
so easily I forget, so hardly I fall.
Hold me fast, and let me see
those desires satisfied in you.
You are enough. My eyes lie to me when they tell me you're not. Hold me up, fill me up; let me walk another day; scarred, battle-weary, yet still


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