I sat with intentions to write a poem…Instead- I wrote my soul

Deliver me from my folly…
Deliver me from unjust persecution
I am asking you to hear me
Have mercy on me- and move
Move swiftly
I feel I am going to be devoured by the rage of the land
The unjust of the land are attacking me
I can see their teeth, and feel the heat from their
Breath
They want to taste my blood and laugh
Laugh at all I’ve been saying
About you, … my savior, my deliverer
I am afraid and am clinging to you…Draw nearer to me
Surround me and take me up….
Carry me to safety,
Life me in your arms and fight my battle
I can not fight them.
I need you to fight for me.
I feel crippled.
Helpless
and dumb….
I can not speak…when I’m asked “are you ok?”
I have no words. “I’m alive....”
I try to be brave and keep a ‘happy’ face
…but I am a lost child inside, scared…
the darkness wants to consume me
but I know you alone are God....
and I'm sure
it can be worse....