lost in fear
strangled by thoughts that invade and consume
lack of sleep
triggers the deep
balance is gone with tears and the moon
wandering mind
without compass setting
refuses the climb from the deepness of grime
crawl on my knees
to the one who can heal
find my way home to that place most sublime
healing with lash
and his hands on my flesh
follow his voice through the darkness of night
© Dawn C. Davis ~ 2012
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