Sitting on The Edge

As I sit on the edge of the cliff,
With questions needing answers,
My mind wanders to toxic thoughts,
Which infests my brain as cancer.

Like daylight through a prism,
Bending rainbow colors in suspense,
I sort through all life’s clues,
Needing them to make sense.

Acidic raindrops of self desecration,
Pierce my eternal soul,
As I am encapsulated, embodied,
With Your silence that swallows me whole.

Oh Lord, lift me up,
So I can feel your glory,
Hold me tight this night,
Let this not be the end of my story.