Free
It was as if I was drowning
with waves of addiction crashing over my body.
My soul longed for fresh air,
but current constantly held me under.
The darkness surrounded me
and clothed me in its image.
But the light was so close
I could taste it.
The more I gasped for air,
the more I craved its presence in my lungs,
the more I yearned for the light,
but I never could attain it.
That's when a hand reached out for me
and pulled me ashore.
Vivid rays of sunlight struck my eyes,
while a rush of invigorating air filled my lungs.
The dark water escaped my body.
My soul was finally free
and sitting in front of my Savior.
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