Lost. Fooled by a touch. Creativity, passion, desire – lost. Where am I? Who am I?
Names of all types define me.
Continuing on with insanity, surpassing all signs, ignoring all warnings.
A moment of awakening. Ah! Now is the time for renewal, for redefinition, for change.
Night comes. Blanket of darkness covers all wisdom, all logic, all truth. Once again, seeking a name. Who am I? You walk on streets of broken glass; I follow. You believe beauty is art; I become a canvas.
You seek love in the unknown; I evoke mystery.
I am a garden of brokenness. Seeds are planted, yet no growth. Spring comes; flowers bud, yet soon wither.
A rose now, an aspen tree I soon aspire. Freedom forever.
By sunrise I am Tanzanite and Black Opal; Diamond is my name at dusk. How can I keep jumping from here to there? Chaos and havoc are my fuel, setting ablaze a divine and holy ball of clay once meant for molding – a masterpiece prematurely burned.
Thank God! By sanctification, fire makes all things new! Then clay, now hands and feet; I walk where my once darkness now shines light, a light brighter than the midday sun.
I hope to inspire young men and women trapped in sex and love addiction
and let them know they are not alone and there is a solution.
Emily Capps is a resident of Tuscaloosa, Alabama and is on the path to becoming a marriage and family therapist. She holds a BA in psychology concentrating in addiction and recovery from the University of Alabama. She hopes to inspire young men and women trapped in sex and love addiction and let them know they are not alone and there is a solution. firstname.lastname@example.org