Freedom
How many times have I prayed
Asking for this torture to be taken away
I am so tired of fighting with this
Where are you God? Do you even exist?
Is it me or something else
That brings these doubts and thoughts from hell
I’m not sure what to believe
Just let it go or am I being deceived?
It’s like a switch that gets turned on and off
I’m feeling fine then a thought shows up
Is that me or a fear of what I could be?
Why does it have such power over me?
Fifty years of silent battles
Different fears that have left me shackled
One is gone, but a new one stronger
How much more, how much longer?
Do not feed them, do not argue they say
It’s just a thought, it will pass away
But the alarm screams to figure it out
I must check and follow that doubt.
Round and round the battle ensues
Did I? Didn’t I? What is the truth?
Am I that person the accuser declares?
Or am I caught in a game of despair?
So much time I’ve wasted on this
So much of life living in an abyss
All in my head where no one can see
The battle I live with is called OCD
How do I win? What can I do?
When OCD has such a stronghold on you?
It uses your mind to make you unsure
It makes you think you're completely impure.
Starve it! Starve it! That’s what they say.
Do not feed it by playing its game.
Do not argue or try to figure it out
Where did it come from or what it’s about.
When you have done this and trust in God’s love
You will begin to break down all of these walls.
Light will break through the darkness of night
Truth will bring freedom and freedom brings life.
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