Hi old friend.
Greetings to you from myself and writer's block... The two of us have developed quite a bond over the last couple of weeks.
You should know that I am writing this letter to you from the comforts of our old favourite meeting spot.
In the darkness of the shadows of my mind penetrated by midnight moonlight.
It reminds me of where we first met.
In a little dark place called pain bordered by the complacency of a lost soul..
I remember how you wrapped your arms around me in an empty embrace and told me only you could complete me
But strangely not one fraction of my being felt whole..
How I ever tripped and fell face first head over heels in love with your lies disguised as truths
I don't know why, but I shiver
Every time I think of the poison I willingly drunk from the cup you offered to me.
That bitter after taste it had? I believe you called it fate.
And I actually believed that was so...a lifetime ago, when I had no knowledge of Philippians four verse eight.
Don't think I've forgotten about that trip we took down memory lane
You drove ..me crazy for hours as I gazed out of the window of my own expectations when you caused me pain... So much pain
The way you'd pound what I knew
Till it was no longer black and white but black and blue..
These scars and bruises...a testament of what I went through.. with you.
You told me to keep us a secret. That what we had was too beautiful to share.
Of course I never witnessed the beauty because you continued to blindfold me with despair.
Enough of this rant you should know that I've moved on now... I met someone else.
In the midst of all that darkness he appeared as a ray of light through a pierced window.
He held me close and told me I'm a new creation...
Mercifully chosen to receive his salvation..
No longer bound by the bewildering nature of my past situation..
Now an unworthy participant in his divine sanctification..
I'm telling you...he loves me
So much so that he gave his life that I might gain life and have it abundantly..
So I don't need you anymore.. hope you understand clearly..
I'm returning the garments of guilt, shame and regret that you once said looked great on me...
He gave me robes of white and wasted no time in introducing me to The Father as his Bride.
And now my last name is no longer 'condemned' as I walk daily with The LORD, by his side.
Depression, I have moved on from your lies to what is true
I can only hope others will too.
Copyright © Nokuthula Lumba | Year Posted 2018