Coming to the End of Me

Wish I had the answers

Or at least a hint or two

To ask the right questions

And simply get a clue.


There are those who told me

I should have more self control

Yet here I am faced with myself

No power to behold.


The things I swore I'd never do

Are things I surely did

Where is my hope, my promise

My vision of a kid


When youth misunderstood me

Trapped in parental grasp

I thought it would empower me

To flee their righteous wrath.


I hid my soul in cloth and fur

From God and Man the same

Yet I could not dodge the mirror

From the horror I became.


My best efforts on my own

Created me a beast

Highs and hells of my addictions

Famine grew from feast.


Those who preached their self control

Had no inkling of idea

The shadow falling over me

Consumes all that we feel.


Until I found the end of me

I lived impossibility

Gave up, grave up, couldn't see

My own mere inability.


Lying powerless upon my floor

Motionless, could take no more

Flicker of light outside my door

The hand of madness calling forth.


There is One with all the power

Call Him what you will.

He picked me up and carried me

To the greener hill.


Now life is not a piece of cake

But it's livable once more

A power greater than myself

Helped me stop keeping score.


He was not what I expected

He loved me as I lay

Knee deep in devastation

And helped me find my way.