Being held at such a high point
The rope is already in place
With an X on the floor where two feet stand
My own death becomes staged
So I cut the rope down
As tears start surrounding
I give death an open invitation
And still he can’t find me
But every time I’m ready to go on
And leave all this behind
What appears as divine intervention
Saves the soul still locked inside
I never give it any thought
But only to think it better if I go away
Then a hand touches the shoulder
And somehow inside I’m saved
Understanding that maybe it wasn’t my time to leave
I accept that God is always near
I can now have my moment to grieve
As I’m wiping the remaining tears
Poet’s Thoughts:
In one of many, of my dark times, I cried a lot, actually…I cried through all of it. And in this particular moment, I had tried different things to rid myself of being in this world and every time I tried, it backfired. I laugh about it now because when I think about this time in my life, I remember it like it was yesterday. Something always happened where I couldn’t follow through and of course, that most certainly had to be God, in his own way telling me, Nope! Sorry, not your time yet, my child. I laugh in the sense of believing he wasn’t there through any of it or that he didn’t want to be a part of any of it, but he was there. And he was watching and suffering too! Because he knew my reasons, but he also knew what he had planned for my future.
Outstanding prose of a very real moment, where God is our intercessor and claims us as His. He is a loving Father and holds us more tightly in our extreme moments of weakness.
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