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This Difficult Kite
I see no moon at night
not a star nor any kind o' light
All hope for life has burned out of sight
Inside my weakening self, there is a fight
I'm looking through emotions of black & white
I can't understand, but I know its not right
I'm searching for a glimmer o' something bright
I'm losing desire, but I'm holding on tight
Now I feel myself slipping, I've lost all of my might
So I'm giving myself to God
and putting trust in my Lord to fly this difficult kite


I wrote this poem during the dark days of my binge drinking. I am now 1 year and 9 months sober by the grace of God after being slain in the spirit.

By Hot Stud

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