Self-Growth

I grew up not knowing much, I only learned about God and such.

 

See I felt above because I only knew of God’s touch.

 

I didn’t know about depression, anxiety, drugs, these things that I saw as odd.

 

These things that were a battle in the mind, I was never kind to these people because I defined them as weird and as the lowly.

 

These things that I saw as unholy, one day hit me with the same battle.

 

I found myself spiraling down, further and further.

 

The people that I felt above, the ones that I defined as low, I became one of them.

 

The stem of this problem is I felt above those that Jesus came to save.

 

I became a slave to what I thought I was above, and I dug my own grave.

 

What I thought was above me had me wrapped in chains, I now felt their pains.

 

Trapped by my own mind, wrapped in self-hatred, not knowing when it would end.

 

The point of this was to get me to ascend, and to befriend those I showed no grace.

 

God showed me I need to extend the same love that he had shown me.

 

He shoved my sense of pride aside; threw away what I had known, to remind me that he is on the throne.

 

For it’s not I who sits on the throne, I was the same as those who felt alone.

 

Now I never make the mistake to judge or feel above but spread love.

 

Who am I to judge? I was never at the top, and now I’m grown up.

 

Since I was too conceited, God showed me this mindset should never be repeated, because even I can feel defeated.

 

Now I never make the mistake to act as a judge, but use my voice to spread love.

 

I show others the same grace and mercy that He showed me.

 

I give God all the glory who instead of letting me die like a weed, planted a seed.

 

That seed sown inside helped me proceed, and indeed, I grew into a tree.

 

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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