Here's a poem...

Hey guys, i dont normally do this. i wrote a poem and i dont normally do this unless i like it. i like this poem, because it gives reason to what i am working through right now. it's not finished, because there's parts about it i dont like. just because they dont sound all that smooth, like a poem shoould. i dont want pity, just to make this clear. i know alot of people have gone through this and...this has no hidden agenda that i can currently think of. anyways! here it is...

I knew pornography, before i knew multiplication.
I knew horror, before I knew substraction.
I knew disappointment, before I knew words.

It's not "a world" of experience I need.
The world I know.
I dont need a room with a lock.
No cocoon is needed for me.
What I need is to know purity, among corruption.
To know the presence of God, among the absence of God.
To know Grace.
To the good of this life.
To know the sunrises, just as much as I know the sunsets.

My innocence was stripped, before I was clothed with it.
I was alone with my demons, before they knew my name.
I was afraid of God, before I knew the grace of God.

It's not "a world" of experience I need.
The world I know.
I dont need a room with a lock.
No cocoon is needed for me.
What I need to know is safety in the darkness.
To know the presence of God, among the absence of God.
To know Grace.
To know the good in this life.
To know the sunrises, just as much as I know the sunsets.

I claimed myself condemed, before I knew who I was.
I was found by my fears, before I could be hidden.
I was bound, before I could run.

It's not "a world" of experience I need.
The world I know.
I dont need a room with a lock.
No cocoon is needed for me.
What I need is to know freedom within iron bars.
To know the presence of God, among the absence of God.
To know Grace.
To know sunrises, just as much as I know sunsets.

To know sunrises, just as much as I know sunsets.