In the storm.

Some days I don't know what's up and what's down

and some days I wonder if I'll float or I'll drown. 

 

My burdens are heavy, they weigh me, I sink, 

my mind it is filled with thoughts I should not think. 

 

The oceans surround me, the waves they grow tall, 

my body is aching, I feel nothing at all. 

 

But my God he is bigger, these oceans I face, 

they bowed down before him as his foot found its place. 

 

He walked out to meet me though trembling I swam, 

he lifted me up in the palm of his hand. 

 

My heart now is beating, my lungs fill with air, 

my savior before me, I stop and I stare

 

Now I know, wherever I am,

in the storm stands my maker, my heart in his hand. 

 

Though he may not rush me safely to shore, 

his arms they will hold me right there in the storm. 

Comments

Additional Resources

Get AI Feedback on your poem

Interested in feedback on your poem? Try our AI Feedback tool.
 

 

If You Need Support

If you ever need help or support, we trust CrisisTextline.org for people dealing with depression. Text HOME to 741741