Into This Funk August 24, 2010

For no damn good reason
Or maybe lots
My head feels heavy
like it’s jammed with rocks.

Anxiousness
rises up in waves
One of those mornings
turns into one of those days.

What has me unsettled,
out of place?
My head in a vice?
My pulse in a race?

Into this funk
I have sunk.
Stomach sick,
full of junk.

I pray to God
Please ease my mind
Lead me back to peace
It would be most kind.

I sense His answer
loud and clear.
But it’s not exactly
what I wanted to hear.

It’s not going to be
a quick escape.
He won’t swoop me away,
wrapped in His cape.

The unruly feelings
I’ve shoved away
Expect to be acknowledged
On this very day.

The longer I decide
they shouldn’t exist,
the more deeply they’ll settle
in my body like this.

Yet His voice is warm
and reassuring
Seeking to cast out
needless fears I’m enduring.

It won’t be as scary
as I have imagined.
My feelings can’t swallow me
like a cold, dark cavern.

I can feel each feeling
to the fullest extent
Without guilt, or shame,
Or embarrassment.

And He will be with me
as I let them flow.
No feeling that comes up
could make it not so.

I laugh at my tricks
as my prayers go a new way
…Please help me to trust
in all that You say….

Successfully leading
my thoughts astray.
Distraction’s a good tactic
to keep feelings at bay.