The Lifter

Coming up for a breath of air

Wondering if I look worse for wear

How did I let it get here again?

When exactly did it begin?

Doing good, happy smile, bright

Gone in the morning after a long dreary night

Of worry, regret, confusion; pain

Does God look upon me in disdain?

That dark cloud returned upon my back

Ready to unleash an anxiety attack

Depression is it’s clinical name

Seratonin draining is it’s game

Maybe it’s an old enemy with a new face

Trying to take my feet out of their place

But wait! There’s a rock upon which I can stand

A Gentleman, Comforter, take His hand

He’s got an answer for me, always will

He whispers, “I’ll lift your head, child be still”


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