January 27th, 2019A Story by Keith Allen CovellPoetic Journal Entry #1
-January 27th, 2019-
I'm having a hard time coping with this obsession about confession. But really it's obsessions and really it's confessions. Plural. No one can see the horrors in my head. I'd like to rip them out, rip them all out. I'd like to throw them to the ground and rip them apart, crush them into dust. They are with me here, now. I am battling to let go. I ask God to help me let them go. "I give them to You God," I pray. I sense this long suffering has encroached upon my fragile sense of self. I want to keep it together. I know this is the only way to finally conquer my obsessive, compulsive nature. But it burns... "Let it go," He persists. I want to listen. Really I should be listening in fear for my life, in fear of His wisdom. He is always honest and forever Truth. I know that if I listen to my Father, He will send me proof. He already has. "But how Lord, how do I cope??" "You already know." I do know. My humanity is arrogant. My flaw is fear. My flaw is clear and it is sickly beautiful. I can't let go. All I can do is deal. He is Truth. I am flawed, saved by Him. - Keith Allen Covell © 2019 Keith Allen CovellAuthor's Note
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2 Reviews Added on July 27, 2019 Last Updated on July 28, 2019 Tags: writing, poetry, self exploration, self destruction, mind games, spilled thoughts, stream of conscious, human nature, hope, God, spiritual, faith, obsession, compulsion, anxiety AuthorKeith Allen CovellMc Henry, MDAboutI have been writing in all different forms since I was ten years of age. I enrolled in a military school that focused hardcore on broadcast journalism. I aggressively studied and performed newscasting.. more..Writing
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