The Process

Breathe in, Breathe out, the mind races as the body stands still--the inability to move physically but the desperate desire to be stopped emotionally from walking off that ledge of sanity.

The fear consumes, a madness of hopes turns into an utter feeling of failure. So many questions, so little answers. I race my mind trying to discover some missing piece that will complete this puzzle of peace.

The heart races leaving no room for the lungs to fill with any air--suffocating on fear is my constant enemy. Wanting what I can't have, holding what I so desperately want to give away--the irony of this push and pull life.

Life moving in constant motion, spinning aimlessly around me, my feet planted so firmly in this sinking sand. I look to move but my paths are full of dusty sinking sands.

Do You Trust Me?

A voice from Heaven or a phrase from this crazy brain? slowing down, breathing in--

Do You Trust Me?

Finally feeling something outside of myself, I take that first step looking for what I can only hear--

Do You Trust Me?

In motion, my brain stills trying to capture this voice that is finally different then my own, one step, two steps--the path has hardened--

Do You Trust Me?

Just when I had lost trust in myself there is another asking me for His-

Do You Trust Me?

Breathing in, breathing out, sanity regained, I find myself responding--arms stretched out, screaming on the inside...

I desperately want to.