Mournful cry swept by the wind,
The tears that fall over and over again.
In desperation I cry out, I am all alone.
The voices in my head speaking in angry tones.
They whisper secrets, lies, and darkened sorrow,
They tell me I am fine. I can worry about it tomorrow.
I am in panic mode. Looking around the empty abyss,
Trying to cling to anything of substance, but I miss.
The darkness travels around me, a hold it seeks.
Over and over the voices fight to speak.
My hands over my ears trying to fight their lies,
And a shining light from somewhere up high.
“Talk to Me, My child, you are not without,
Cast aside your sorrow and pain, do away with your doubt.
I am here. Always watching over you. You are loved so much.
Let me soothe your heartache it only takes My touch.
On my knees I fell my pain and sorrow disappeared,
Gone is my depression, my anger, rage, and tears.
The voices are gone cast out by the one who loves,
The Great I Am. My God from Heaven above.
© Cynthia Clark
@realisticpoetry
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