Breathe

...another high school poem....I did this one at the beginning of my Senior year.

Though obscure, I see a hand
in misery alone.
I thought no one could understand
seventeen years & Im not home.
What about this inner sin?
These chains around my legs?
It seems so long since I have been
laughing without a concealed beg.
Maybe steam-rolled by worldly greed,
I only have Him.
My insides- filthy and rancid to me,
with His blood he bought my sin.
From all bondage I am free,
immaculate like an angel
lucid like the roaring sea
innocent in His eyes
His children will forever be.