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Crystal Phillips Poem
A high is a high, a sin is a sin, no scale to weigh the wrong within. Some cut deeper, some leave scars, but none stand greater among the stars.
Don't make my demons about your pain, my
battles fought aren't yours to claim. I don't wake up with hurt on my mind, just chasing peace I barely find. And if I fall, as I have before, would you lock the door or love me more? If love is true, it does not run, it stays, it fights, it holds…not shuns. I wouldn't cast you to the cold, wouldn’t trade your soul for gold. No matter the times, no matter the cost, love is found where judgment's lost. It's not your place to cast the stone, the weight of sin is not your throne. For grace is
given, not just due, and love is love when it sees you through. As I fight to stay clean and struggle to stay high, death stands still, so near, and so wise. With quiet hands and knowing eyes; it
waits, it watches calm and deep, a promise
made, a vow to keep. Not cruel, not kind, just what must be, the final step to set souls free. And in that dusk, a truth is known-life is a gift we do not own.
Drug addiction, most stubborn demon, nothing to gain, a way to soothe, to dull the pain. The hands once strong now shake with need, a hunger dark, a mind that pleads. A hollow gaze, a vacant stare, a ghost remains, but no one's there. The kings, the beggars, all the same, consumed within this wicked game. A drug, a dose, a final breath—the road once paved now leads to death. I walked with shadows, hand in hand, built my throne on tainted sand. Whispers sweet, but laced with lies, a web of gold, a fool's disguise. Deception smiled with hollow eyes, fed me dreams, then watched them die. I sold my trust to keep sane and bathed my soul in silent pain. Greed had called, I answered fast, I drank the poison, after raising my glass. Turned from light and betrayed the truth, lost the honor of my youth.
But time won't bend, won't hear my cries, the past won't change, nor will the clock lie. Each tick a debt I cannot pay, each tock a price I dread to weigh. Yet still I stand, though torn,
unmade; to walk the path my sins have laid. Not to erase, not to forget, but face the dark with no regret. The bible speaks, its pages cry, a guiding hand, a watchful eye. The law, the love, and the battle won, with the father, the spirit, and the son. The tree once stood in Eden's grace, A test of will, a fall from place. A bite, a choice, the curse began, yet mercy formed salvation's plan.
My savior lives, my debt is paid, the cross stood tall, the grave was laid. The word remains, it does not fade, for he is truth, the king of kings, the only way.
Copyright © Crystal Phillips | Year Posted 2025
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Crystal Phillips Poem
As the demons I carry weigh down on me heavy, shadowed and restless, they cling to my skin, a battle un ending both outside and in. Regrets with sharp teeth sink in my chest. While doubt grips my throat denying me rest. The anger ignites like a flame in my veins, feeding the fire of my unspoken pains. They live off my anger and suffocate my mind. They promise me power, but leave me confined.
Guilt is a phantom that watches me weep, echoing voices that never will sleep. Fear is the chains wrapped around my soul, mocking my steps, taking control. They slither in silence, they howl in the dark; carving their sigils deep in my heart. With venomous whispers they twist every thought turning me into the monster they sought. They poison my kindness and shatter my grace they wear my features, my voice, my face.
No priest alone can force them to leave. They’ve become my nature my blackened seed. But a whisper of mercy, the darkness won’t know, I call on the lord, so the devil will flee ,for christ alone holds victory. Jesus wept, he felt my pain, he bore the cross, he took my shame. The demons within will deceive me and lie but Jesus will come, redemption nigh.
Copyright © Crystal Phillips | Year Posted 2025
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