TITLE: Negative Thinking By Trisha Jackson 06/27/07 |
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Negative Thinking
Consuming fire, snow capped mountains
Suffocating me; snatching my breath away.
I can't see the sun for the clouds and rain.
I am overtaken by what I see
Brick walls that stand twice as tall as me.
I wonder what is on the other side?
How long will it take me to climb?
Could I really conquer that wall?
My strength is failing
My heart is weak
Some say that life and death are in the power of my tongue.
Is that true?
Am I here, at this place, because I want to?
I am searching for a way out.
But there are no doors, no windows!
Who built this house? Did I?
How can you tell me what I see, is not what it really is?
Is it not true? Is it not real?
My hands are restrained, feet made of cement.
I am sinking in the sand.
Can you help me?
Your words are sweet
Your touch is soft
Do you really want to help me?
Do you really love me?
Am I dreaming?
I hear your words
I feel your touch.
But you are so far from me.
I reach for you but there are barriers
Barriers in my heart, in my mind.
I am in bondage.
Bondage, to these thoughts.
Thelma P. Jackson
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