A Love Letter To Lust

Fri, 01/12/2018 - 18:41 -- ArichaW

What is lust?

It’s a mouthpiece through which the enemy uses to speak

For me, it was a preliminary point of view through which I would come to view the world differently

Whisperings of pleasure that started with a key

A locked door in me

A nautical nature of nature unseen I decided to free

And free it ran through me,

You see

 

It slipped softly through suggestions of circumstance

The enemy knew God had a plan for me

A symphony of blessings unseen, a dream, a call that was meant for me

A legacy

You worked your way through the holes between in my ribs

And in my darkest hour with holes in my heart, I asked you to fix me

And for a while you did

 

You filled me, fixed me, fixated on you, you stitched me

I was hooked

Avoiding the solution to my problems in a book

A biblical bigotry in my soul you kept from me

My spirit you stole from me

The destiny you almost wrecked in me

And I

I was not broken, I was shattered

And you took advantage of me

 

This is notice.

You wanted a love letter

Wrapped in beautiful poetry I rolled around my tongue when you ran rampant in me

Woven from the seven woes when God called me to have 7 x 10 blessings

I, too young to understand the repercussions, gave into a war that I gave to you trusting

That you would wage the war for me

This is notice

 

Of the moment I began to notice that your presence in me was affecting my legacy

A life that God called me to lead

And when I began to rebuke you, tighter you clung on to me

You, wrapped in falsely beautiful mystery

You defiled me

With gifts and promises dripping with honey

Signed, sealed, and delivered for free and all I had to do was sacrifice

Me.

You lied to me.

 

You lied to me

You told me that you would fight for me

Told me you had cried for me

Had me believing beyond a shadow of a doubt but having been in the darkness of it for so long, I didn’t know there was a light to see

A God who cultivated me

He who wonderfully created me to plant the seeds of a generation

A nation, the groaning throughout all of creation

How did the reality of this vile nature escape my mind

How now, God, will I escape this bind of

Lust.

 

You wanted a love letter but this is notice

Notice that from this point on, you no longer have my focus

That cries and pleads and bargains you present to me are hopeless

The scars you left on my thighs and the tears you left in my eyes

They are pathways

Maps to a world of pain I no longer have to see

Because God have me a key

To shut and lock a door you opened in me when I was too young to believe

You, who were meant to destroy me

God used to restore me

 

You wanted a love letter and I’ve written one

But only to the God who delivered me from you

Who lifted me like the royalty He called me to be

He wedded me

For better or for worser

Until death bring us closer

The rings in His hands His promise of forever

The blood poured red to turn this mess into a dress of white

I’m pure

The promises you begged of me as empty as the tomb He left for me

 

Lust,

I will no longer be your mouthpiece

 

This is notice.

 

(a.w.)

 

 

 

 

 

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