Through The Mire

Brain Cloud | January 24, 2012

Jumping off the deep end I feel like I’m unable to push up from the bottom.

This fog, this weight inside my head is crippling,

I’m tired of swimming.

 

Lord, you are my strength!

I feel like Elijah after defeating the prophets of Baal.

One tiny threat and I’m ready to look for the next bus to the desert so I can pray for death…

Funny thing is, I’m not even threatened.

 

Though my room is small it is warm,

Though the food is fighting back, I am not hungry,

I am so blessed!

Why does this darkness always come for me?

 

I won’t let you steal my joy, not this time…

 

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