From Shadows to Light: A Feast of Freedom

Fear, Doubt and Insecurity.

I have fed my fear in secret nights,
where hunger whispered—soft but tight.
A phantom hand, it pulled me near,
to numb the weight of doubt and fear.

I chased control, yet lost my way,
believing I could will the day.
Each promise broke upon my tongue,
each craving sang the songs I'd sung.

I swore I'd stop, I swore I'd change,
but silence turned to echoes strange.
My prayers were hollow, words untrue—
what could I do? What could I do?

Yet in the dark, a whisper grew,
a voice of truth, both old and new.
Not force, not shame, not strength of mind,
but steps of trust, both slow and kind.

I gave my will, my hands let go,
and grace began its quiet flow.
No feast of lies, no empty fill—
but nourishment in doing His will.

Now freedom walks where fear once stood,
a steady path, a life of good.
I taste the light, I breathe release,
and find in God—at last—my peace.

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