| General Poetry
posted November 28, 2022 |
A poem about anxiety.
A vine of ivy climbs my ribs
I breathe in, but my lungs are thick
My stomach is a muddle
My heart, a tight fist.
Father, unwind the worry
From my body and soul.
Clear my lungs to breathe
And my heart to pound
Be near me, Oh Lord,
And save me from myself.
Isaiah 40:31: "But those who hope in the LORD will renew their strength. They will soar on wings like eagles; they will run and not grow weary, they will walk and not be faint."
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