Over The Top With Dramatics

Every piece of clothing I wore, At one time... Bore my own tear stains. Over the top with dramatics? I wish this fact, 'Was' an exaggeration with theatrics. Back to back agonies, Had seemed the only air... I came to learn to breathe. I would cling onto my woes, As if they were new born babies. Protectively I held them close. And then one day, An adjustment was made! I forgave myself for tossing away my faith. Every piece of clothing I wore, At one time... Bore my own tear stains. Spinning I was... In a dysfunctional whirpool of guilt. And a remorse felt from displaced anger. And when I discovered I was being tested. To prove a love I within confessed, God released me from that mess I kept!