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.

Published by Jenn Till Lee Copyrighted, all rights reserved.

Writing poems as an outlet for healing. My hope is in Christ

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