there is a cross on my chest
it hangs from my neck
that sits on my body
two feet on the ground
standing on the dirt
running through the fence
sinking under water
falling to my death
grinning through the fog
proceeding to the clouds
coming back again
and simply letting go
defiant as a youth
cursing your every name
realizing the only truth
saving my guilty soul
god is helping me take strides
in becoming a better person
baby steps, slow but straight
one breath at a time
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