Birth Pains
Some things, well, one thing is pressing
It is the first thing on my mind when consciousness opens my eyes
I stumble upon it as I slowly gather myself
It jolts me alert and then anxiety begins
Invasively it avalanches down my body
Now, each step is stiff and my face wears the tension
During the day, I’m hounded
Pursued unjustly
I must find an answer to the question
It is the last thing on my mind when unconsciousness finds me
Where else could the thought have gone?
I am violently robbed of rest, I only know of sleep
My appetite turns carnivorous
I’m hollowed out internally
My spirit takes a stand
Who will win this battle?
It or me
“My soul waits calmly for God alone. My salvation comes from him. He alone is my rock and my savior—my stronghold. I cannot be severely shaken.”
