Creative Work


Perrie Tatum

Will I ever beat this,
the monster that consumes me?
Will I ever conquer these beasts?
Can the battle end in victory?
How do I stop deceiving myself?
The fire seems so charming.
The delusion appeals to me.
I can’t see who I’m harming.
I’m supposed to be a conqueror,
but I’ve become a child.
I turned my face away,
while my life was defiled.
I want to find the light again.
I want to climb out of here.
I’m clawing at the walls,
but I’m sinking in fear.
Do you see me,
so disgusting and poor?
I’m drowning in what I’ve done,
and I know I’m meant for more.

—from devozine (January/February 2013). Copyright © 2013 by The Upper Room®. All rights reserved.
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