This is a poem I wrote a few weeks ago when I was thinking about a habit/addiction that I have been dealing with for many years. I don't want the intensity of it to scare anyone because I am ok and I am working through it with God but my emotions were pretty strong at this point so that is what came out in this poem.

Trapped

trapped inside
can't get out
this feeling makes me want to shout

beating the walls again and again
when will this misery end?

searching for the Way
to put my tears at bay

failure, defeat
is this something I can beat?

running out of things to try
patience running low
is this supposed to help me grow?

Lord, I think I'm done
I wanna be set free

please show me how
give me wings
    [to fly]