Tuesday, February 26, 2008
It is dark in the depths below, sometimes I feel I have no where to go,there is many directions I cannot reach,if only I could practise what I preach,the days keep going by,no strength to be my guide,I scream at the highest level I can, but still I feel hopeless and afraid again,I am zapped by no life and feel out of control,so here I sit until reality unfolds, then I can find those stairs to walk up,and fight this old battle with a full cup. Ramona oxxo When the enemy shall come in like a flood, the Spirit of the Lord shall lift up a standard against him!! Isaiah 59:19
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Ramona...wow you are a great poet. I have put some of my poems on bipolarpoetry.com and it has been a positive outlet for me. Maybe you will consider it?
Do not worry, not everyone practises what they preach. I am a prime example of that. However, I hope you take the words of Isaiah and treasure them. They\'re good words to keep as food for thought. *hugs*
A beautiful poem and very expressive. Yes, there are those dark days where it seems everything we reach for is just beyond our touch. But, if we keep reaching we eventually break through. God encourages us to continue our journey toward the goal of stability and you always seem to do that my friend. I missed you while I was gone and I thought of you. Have a wonderful day. Luv and hugs