When Jesus commanded the storm
To cease and told the wind not to blow,
It could not have been calmer
Than my spirit is now,
Resting in the comfort of good medicine,
Therapy, family and friends,
And the rewards of a day well spent,
My emotions are like a ship
At one with the ocean,
Flexible and evenly balanced,
Moving with the currents of life
Around me. Please bless
All those that have brought me here,
And those that continue
To sustain me.
Thank you, Jesus,
For your grace.
Filled
To the rim
With anxiety,
Like a rising tide,
My feet don’t reach
The bottom.
I cannot get a sense
Of where I am.
Everything around me
Seems to happen
In slow motion,
While my emotions reel
Like tossing waves.
My mind tries to balance,
But is tossed about
Like a little boat.
Gravity plays with me
Like a child
With his toys,
Crashing them together,
And zooming them around.
I am natures plaything,
In the storm,
I am the storm,
I am a bystander,
I am a weather man,
Like an idiot,
Standing outside
In the wind and rain,
Talking to the camera
Until I can barely stand up.
Time to take my meds.
