Eric was convinced that I was depressed and wanted me to see the doctor again. I stood by my confession that I was healed of depression in October of last year and that what I was going through was NOT depression. It was a deep darkness but not depression - I knew the difference. I was unhappy. I was deeply miserable. I was not liking life. But I was not depressed. And so in my frustration I resorted to writing melancholic poetry. It didn't even rhyme which was an indicator of how deep the darkness was, I couldn't even be bothered to rhyme!
Darkness surrounds me
I even breath it in
It feels heavy
I can't find a way out
"Sanctify yourself[i]," you say
"For tomorrow the Lord will do wonders among you."
Hopelessness fills me.
How did life get so bad.
Hurt consumes me.
There seems no escape.
God help, please rescue me.
I can't do this on my own.
_________
[i] Joshua 3:5
Darkness surrounds me
I even breath it in
It feels heavy
I can't find a way out
"Sanctify yourself[i]," you say
"For tomorrow the Lord will do wonders among you."
Hopelessness fills me.
How did life get so bad.
Hurt consumes me.
There seems no escape.
God help, please rescue me.
I can't do this on my own.
_________
[i] Joshua 3:5
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