A poem I just wrote:
how do I care again?
when will the pain end
when will my mind mend?
i 'm trapped in my own thoughts
my head spins constantly
to make the pain stop would be heavenly.
It's a never ending whirlpool of muck
all my thoughts, my past, my worries, my loves
mingled together in a large ball of emptiness and sadness
I find that my peace is with Jesus
The cross is where my mind must go
His blood is where my deep pain flows
The cross- where all my emotions go,
where all my life is held