Stormy

Anchor, hold me still, as the winds and the waves rage,
Keep me in my place, tied to You, the chain embrace.

"Let the bones you have crushed rejoice."

When I breath out...it's like my insides are dusty and cracking and peeling away...it's like the wind of the breath is ripping me apart from the inside and removing it with the flow of the air...

The once lush inner-being has been found broken-down....the whole lay in ruin....


Despair comes....but hope has dealt his death blow.