Wholeness
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Dear Depression,
Your waves rushed over me
The pain was comparable to the sting of your biggest bee
Your words
The past twelve months
I've been a pebble
Drifting in the sea.
Floating at the surface then being violently turned around:
Disoriented and unaware and
Dizzy.
The current will stop for a second,
-I went through a season of roaming.
appeared as a tornado in the sand
Rotating while in orbit,
a cycle that I could not break without the mighty strength of God to stabilize me.
Each day it's the same
It's a constant mental game
Do I work for the almighty coin?
Is that where happiness and comfort join?
Does the value really exist in a dollar?
I use to feel lost and insecure in who I was
The pain in my life seemed unbearable and my vision became blurry
Each day I sunk deeper into the dark haziness of my mind
