Asking God to direct this gift. 
Sin costs, the bill's long... the devil's debt colllectors have been sent for me.
Can't afford to step into a new year, cycling the same destructive tendencies.
Tenderly giving into connection. 
Iniquity underlying the sadness in my reflection. 
Reflecting on the darker places this journey's taken me. 
And replacing them with grasping hold of what's on the plate for me. 
I misplaced my happiness, 
Then mispoke the pain I hold venomously. 
Wish I could track down my heart's vendor 
And get a refund on these faulty goods.