My Swamp

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awgrass Lake Park, St. Petersburg, FL, Copyright © 2014 by SkylerThomas

THIS is my swamp…

My skin is thick and tough…
… so that I no longer have to be vulnerable to the pain that surrounds me.

My fighting skills are honed and advanced…
… so that I can aggressively and fiercely shred any foe that attacks me.

I can submerge and hide for long periods of time…
… to avoid uncomfortable confrontation.

I can adapt to my surroundings here in my swamp…
…so that I can be…
…unaffected
…unmoved
…unshaken
…un-convicted

…of what might otherwise appear to be a…
…murky
…dirty
…polluted environment.

This is MY swamp…

It is my sanctuary. It is my cocoon.

It is…
…my death trap.

I did not always live in my swamp.
In fact, I was not made to be able to survive in my swamp.

I had to become…
…to adapt
…to adjust
…to evolve

…into what I have become in order to survive the toxic conditions that exist in my swamp.

This is my SWAMP…

And only I can make the decision to continue dying here…
…or to choose life outside of my swamp.

What’s it going to be?

Copyright © 2014 by SkylerThomas

The following pictures were taken at Sawgrass Lake Park, St. Petersburg, FL
Copyright © 2014 by SkylerThomas

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One thought on “My Swamp

  1. Linda Smock

    Sawgrass was my place of refuge in the late 1980s and early 1990s. I so identify with so many of these thoughts, for they were my thoughts then, I just wasn’t poetic! I wonder how many others God has sent to Sawgrass for the same reason…

    And I was right…I cried.

    I love you, just as you are. Especially the vulnerability. I’ve laid my soul open to the ladies in classes I’ve led in the past, and God has used it to His glory. He can do the same with you and your words.

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