I have been a passenger
In my own mind
Feeling my way to freedom
As if I were blind
My mind was too clouded
To get any perspective
Concentration eluded me
I couldn’t be reflective
I had to operate on instinct
Trust what He put in me
Focus on taking one more step
And hope my mind would be free
I spent hours of my time
With my mind on the brink
Listening to music
When my mood started to sink
I was in a battle
With an arm tied behind my back
Fighting two monsters
Whilst ensnared in a trap
And yet, despite all that
I was still not defeated
Yes, beaten and crushed
But my heart is still beating
I made mistakes
I cannot lie
But by God’s mercy
I did not die
And so now
At the turning of the tide
As the power balance
Shifts over to my side
I have an array of tools
That are at my disposal
I am no longer out-matched
I finally feel hopeful
Now I work on my mind
Rewire the negative cycles
And bit by bit
I am tearing off this bridle
Passenger

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