by Eulalia Prynn

Created on: May 24, 2010   Last Updated: May 26, 2010

Where is me?

The atmosphere is pressing in

Heavy against my face and skin

Like I am swimming in a fog

And not quite sure what is going on

My eyelids are filled with lead

Dragging down, tugging at my head

Deep sleepy desires are pulling me under

Pushing at me from the inside out

Ripping me completely asunder

Dizzying argument and weighty insights

Knocking me sideways then heaving me upright

Not alone in a crowded place

But crowded around in an empty space

Embracing arms holding me high

Lifting me when I want to hide

Running in place doesn’t work so well

Especially in the pursuit of health

Taking a stand and getting off this treadmill

Knowing that He is there to catch me when I take a spill

With the knowledge and acceptance that I often will

In Him I am finding my worth and reason

Casting into light all the horrors of this season

No substitutes will suffice

Only gut wrenching work and amazing sacrifice

Who will be left standing when the battle is won?

Who will love me when the fighting is done?

Lord, let it be You, and let it be me

After all, It can only be me and You three

Or I’ll be doomed to run the same race over again

With no solutions, a track without end

And that is a fate I simply cannot accept

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