In Creative Writing class we read Jamaica Kincain's poem/prose titled Girl and as an exercise we were supposed to write something similar to that writing style. Oddly enough, the day before I had started writing something that gave birth to the following excerpt.
Because the Christian walk is not always a smooth path down the yellow brick road.
Because the choice is simply mine. Because I am the only one that has the power to say “enough.” Because I am the only one at risk here. Because I am, ultimately, the only one dying here. Because I have the power to end this madness. -Stay here with me- it tells me. -I just want to love you and lavish you with attention, it’s all about instant gratification-. I can’t, because I have to keep moving forward. Because I simply can’t go back to where I came from. Because I can’t keep on betraying the One that loves me. Because I need to stop being so selfish. Because I need to die to self. Because sooner or later I have to make a choice, because -No one can serve two masters.- Because I have already been there. Because I can’t possibly make the same mistake more than twice. Because I can’t possibly choose to live in misery. Because I can’t go back into the darkness. Because I am at a risk of losing something greater than life. Because it is no longer about guilt or fear or punishment or death itself. It is merely because the Love I’ve had, I can no longer live without.
Because the Christian walk is not always a smooth path down the yellow brick road.
Because the choice is simply mine. Because I am the only one that has the power to say “enough.” Because I am the only one at risk here. Because I am, ultimately, the only one dying here. Because I have the power to end this madness. -Stay here with me- it tells me. -I just want to love you and lavish you with attention, it’s all about instant gratification-. I can’t, because I have to keep moving forward. Because I simply can’t go back to where I came from. Because I can’t keep on betraying the One that loves me. Because I need to stop being so selfish. Because I need to die to self. Because sooner or later I have to make a choice, because -No one can serve two masters.- Because I have already been there. Because I can’t possibly make the same mistake more than twice. Because I can’t possibly choose to live in misery. Because I can’t go back into the darkness. Because I am at a risk of losing something greater than life. Because it is no longer about guilt or fear or punishment or death itself. It is merely because the Love I’ve had, I can no longer live without.
