My soul was weary, my faith had lapsed.
There was nowhere to run.
There was no going back.
I looked to the sky contemplating….
When? and How?
Regardless I decided I was gonna make it.
The leap of faith I was gonna take it.
I cried out to God with tears in my eyes.
Lord help me get through this.
I was out to sea no one but me.
No idea of who I was destined to be.
Imprisoned mind, chained and bound.
Yet no one around could see it.
Battered and bruised, scars and wounds.
So much pain inflicted on me.
Survivor, inspired, provider, deep diver.
My faith was restored to me.
I found strength and power.
No longer a driver of the captive crew… You see.
The thoughts in my head… we now lay to rest.
They can no longer manipulate me.
Holy spirit the higher power.
Has never forsaken me.
He removed the things that were working against me.
That’s right the devil can’t do nothing with me.
I’m forever indebted to the man above.
To him I send all the praises and all of my love.
This poem was inspired by my faith, depression and my anxiety disorder. I know so many people are struggling with their mental health. I want you all to know that you’re not alone. Feel free to share your story and how you’ve managed to get through your dark days.
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