Failure is Flattering

Just a poem I wrote about a month ago, thought I would share with you guys

Living was hard so Death seemed easy
Cut my wrists dry till I’d get kinda dizzy,
Self-mummification, my final goal
Though even when numb my soul burned like hot coals,

Highway to hell emotional roller coaster
Looked like a model for a Goth poster,
aches gripped my Corazón, blood soaked stain
felt like life was water going down a drain,

transcendental craving scorched like a flame
in every aspect and wanted no more shame,
knew I couldn’t do it alone I wasn’t a god
the blood from self-mutilation proved that facade

Then I heard this story….

The father sent down his son
a love that worldly can’t be reproduced
when he died on the cross
the power of sin on man no longer had humanity in a noose


Christ humiliated himself
 no longer would we have to suffer,
He experienced temptation and total separation from the father,
So now in our relationship with God there is no buffer
   
    he washed away my failure
and became my bailer,
Jesus, the only reason that I have life
He took away the sadness and wiped away the strife,


Problems and worries I still inhibit daily
But there is nothing worldly or spiritual his blood wont entail,
Can’t be boxed in can’t be kicked out
He encompasses all of creation without a doubt,

Living is still hard and Death is still easy
But I no longer cut my wrists to get dizzy,
Self-mummification was my final goal
But I let Jesus step in and make me alive and whole!