A swivet is a riptide.
Panic consumes you.
How do you stop from drowning?
Hopelessness smothers
You need to reach out
But exhaustion weighs you down.
It’s Purgatory
Your soul is crushed, confined.
You can’t escape.
Life’s despondency.
You don’t want to die
But you can’t go on living.
I have been feeling really low lately, but I have faith things will improve. I’m trying to stay active writing and reading to try to bring myself from the dark avenues of my mind. I know in tough times, I am not alone. I’m working to bring myself closer to God. If I focus on praising God, light will consume me. I need that light desperately right now.
