the resistance

I've been trying to control it, trying to hold it back
Cause i wanna send a certain message,portray a certain image of me
Suppressing my creativity
But that aint me, controlled and censored
I live to write freely with words and expressions that may confuse at first even me
Cause this thing is bigger than me
It's not poetry, it's life
God's breath, God's gift
Revealed to me
Unveiled thru pen and paper
It's not art it's strife
Struggle and fight
Never eding pain resulting in everlasting triumph
I give
To you only what He has given to me
Multiplied and extended,
Refined by Him to pour, through me "raw"
Untouched by my understanding
Unedited by my grammar
It's not for you to admire
Not for you to feel any specific way
It's probably not gunna make any sense to you
But that's just the point!
There isnt one...it's not anything at all