The Prayer of a Medicated Soul

By Cheryl Reeves 14-9-2022

Oh Lord my God

When I just try to focus

How thick the fog

That makes my windows white.

I cannot see,

Or hear you voice

Inside me.

I am so lost,

I beg you

Melt this frost.

And lift me up

From broken couches hiding,

Give me the strength

To let myself cry.

Let me with honest

Eyes wide open,

See who I am

And feel the pain I feel.

Let me be one,

As you are with your Son.

That all my parts

Share with me one heart.

Forgive me Lord

For tangents and for hiding

In endless woods

Of social media.

I long to change

To grow and be alive.

Able to move

To walk and not to fall.

To be the woman

I know that I could be.

Lord, come closer

And clear the fog for me.

How do I love you

As I would?

How do I eat and sleep

As I should?

Am I alive

To follow my own path?

Or am I here

To learn to love You true?