Relapse Poem by Logan McDougall

Finding myself in a relapse from the past broken as a token in a slot of addiction my fixation. A joke one taken to far i feel like a curb stomp to the tar of my old habits and tragic black magic. I wont forget it when I have something so perfect and electric a love defined by blood and ones own heart soul and mind. It is different this time because I conquered it once and ill flip the dime. when you fall off your bike the new trike get back up again and ride out of sight of the spot where you fell and when you are so far gone throw a penny in a well never dwelling, hoping only wishing that you wont go back to where you felt hell. Go home night and ill fight till the height where my sight is restored, till I am not bored and I know my wings are opened fowrd.' Liberation its free opened and I feel it because last time I couldn't see It. Now I know its here I have the right mind, right kind of incentive, that makes me live, another reason to live. Jesus saved me and a minor relapse is in the past I can't overcome, but He already did, right out of the grave and three days later he saved all of humanity from sin which could never win because before we begin His love covers till the end.