I'm paralyzed and shaking.
The silence drives every thought spinning faster.
The wind won't stop blowing.
The leaves rattle on the trees, but none fall.

I cannot speak.
My every word is ill chosen.
I do not know my own heart,
but it batters me like a demanding child.

I love with fear.
I love with anger.
I want to possess.
I have never known love.

How can I trust God in everything?
How can I wrest loose from the chains of self?
The wind just will not stop blowing.
It fans the flames that are burning me alive.

08/09/2024

Posted on 08/09/2024
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