The soul has much to say
Pieces...
Struggling to reach, the surface
Light teases me, in the distance
The more I reach, the further I sink
Breathing...no longer an option
My season of tribulation
Harvest of indifference
Hate days, like this
Always failing, to see its promise
I know, He's here
So hard, to hold onto
My grip, not that strong
Please...hold me, Lord
Pieces of me, elusive
Like gathering leaves,
against a northern wind
Wanting, to let it all go
No ones here
Even a part of myself,
longs to go elsewhere
Won't anyone...fix me?
There's no misery, here
No, depression
No, pain
...just me
Crawling out of my skin?
Too hard, to put back on
Going out of my mind?
Too hard, finding my way back
In the midst of fresh snow,
I'm going to stand
In the heart of January,
I'll whisper my prayers
Strong for others
Nothing left for me
My God...my heart, my love
Help my unbelief
Hold me
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