I Have No More Strength Poem by jason medina

I thought I had rid myself of all this pain, of all this guilt.
I had sewn all of my sins together like an old fashion quilt.
I threw them into the fire
and watched them burn slowly.
Nothing burns quite like rotten desires

But I must have been so weak to think
that I on my own could find peace.
For all the hate and the pain
all the guilt and the shame,
came falling back down
like a vicious heavy rain

I can feel all of my sins crawling beneath my skin
and I can see the thing that I have been
staring back at me with a soulless grin.
Is this it? Is this where it finally wins.
I have no more strength but I don't want to give in.
I have no more strength I need to give in.

Give in to the name
To overcome the rain.