Just when the ride becomes easy,
just when I become complacent
God has me on my mental knees
begging Jesus and the saints
for mercy and prayers.
As my world spins and twists
out of control,
I grasp in blind panic
for something solid--
something to stop the world
from whirling
and me
from vomiting up
my center of gravity.
2 comments:
This was so vivid -- I did NOT want to be there. I could feel your torment as you prayed to be well.
Thanks.
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