Fear of feelings from those wicked dealings

control thoughts and keep minds reeling.

Childhood trauma pushing out

impacting the body with such clout.

Sudden chills and stabbing pains

make no sense and feel insane.

Night time terrors waking up

Oh God! I don’t want to drink this cup.

Intrusive thoughts to end it now

plotting and planning on just how.

Help me, Jesus, I do want to live

Help me out of this crazy sieve.

By Barbara Lepson.


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