Depression

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My Prayer

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I’m broken down, beat up, shredded and taped back together. My prayers are insincere my life is falling apart. The voice I want so desperately to hear is not my own in fact no longer does the reverberating sound of peace corse through my ears...

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I Started to Pray

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So tonight I broke down and I started to pray that the Lord would make these feelings go far far away. This awareness it hit me like the thunder of an oncoming storm, it was nothing like I had ever felt before...

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Muck & Mire

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 For some its food, sex or drugs. The things we use to fill this never ending vortex of sludge. The things that suck us in, that drown us in the muck.The muck of self and self-righteous puff.

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