A demon of fear has clawed its way into my mind.
It’s pulling the strings that wrap around my heart, that suspend it within my chest.
They grip, cut, and constrict its beating;
Blood will seep and clot,
Scars will rise and misshapen,
Fear will take up residency.
How has my mind strayed so far from You, my God?
How has it already forgotten the way to You?
When did this darkness enfold my life and cover my eyes?
How do I return to You?
If I reach out will You still be reaching back to me?
Will you smite these monsters: Doubt, Fear, Anxiety, Distraction, Self-Centeredness?
Will this cotton ever fall from my mouth so I may cry out to the Heavens where You will hear me?
I feel so disoriented.
There have been moments,
Crystal clear and glorious, You found me again.
You lifted me from the mire;
Ripped the talons from my eyes and the snaggle-toothed grins from ears.
My lungs expanded with the cool air of Your breath and I could think again.
So coherent, so thankful, so free.
But they pul