I know I have lived in this place of forgetting the good
Setting aside God’s gifts as only applying to the past
Living in a place where all that matters is the pain I feel
The dwelling on all that I wish was different
All that I can no longer bear
All that makes me tired of life, wanting to die, wishing I was never born
In this place, I feel trapped
Caught in a hellish waiting tank for a cure to release me
Wondering if there is hope
Is there only more pain and disappointment in hoping?
Am I better off accepting that all there is to my life is pain & suffering?
Love, joy, peace – how can they fit in this place?
It’s time to move!
Remove me, Lord.
Draw me up to a life outside of me.
Written Jan 1, 2013