Trapped

A friend sent me a poem today that apparently I had written. It was written in 2002, and I didn't even have a copy of it. I liked reading it again so much, that I decided to post it here:

Trapped

Trapped.
Easy is on one side,
Life is on the other.

It matters not that the grass is greener over there;
The grass is dead here. I am getting no where.

With apathy as my apothecary,
I try to fix things – giving others my hurt when I deserve it.

As I am feeling no pain,
I feel that life is ok again.
I woke up from an unusual dream;
Instead of the situation changing when I opened my eyes,
I was what changed. I rediscovered Christ.

I’m trying to fix it all. My old life is just down the hall.
I’m running down the corridor but sometimes
I take turns that leave me where I was before.
I need to try, but I need to rest. Surely God can handle it best.

I’m ready to drop everything;
To run, jump, and embrace the life that He has for me.
I have to let go of the old or I’m
Trapped