NO TEST?? . . . NO TESTIMONY
see url I feel like this paper represents chaos, and these words I write are my reality. Living in prison is like having no water, and being forced to swallow a bitter pill that you can’t sugar coat. This is an island of isolation and evil, that is completely surrounded by what you crave most: freedom and love. Everything in this environment is controlled; well…everything except my thoughts and trying to control them is like trying to tame a tiger shark! In a sick and twisted way, this is an ill-reminder of a bad night out…except this night I am in karma’s bar and she is pouring up shots of pain until I pass out from heartache and suffering. After binging on self-pity, I open my eyes to a spiritual hangover. I drop to my knees, clasp my hands together, and beg God for an injection of faith, to help numb this pain…But I learn there is no anesthetic for self-inflicted pain; it must be endured to the fullest. This is the price I will pay for redemption, because redemption is ultimately the toll that freedom charges. A friend told me, “Without a test, there is no testimony.” If that is the case, then the chain-gang is my classroom, the instructor is humility, and transforming pain into progression is a test that is already in session…and I promise you…this test, I WILL NOT FAIL!!!