Unforeseen Grace

I am unique

And that doesn't make me a freak.

All days begin in the same way

With an irrational fear of the rest of the day.

 

Without any warning, the sensation starts

Like a spider- it creates its web to nest for awhile.

It crawls up my spine and strangles my heart.

Here. Here it is. No symptoms, no time to waste...

The anxiety disorder attacks and it's making haste.

 

When the Zoloft does not take away the feeling

When I sit quietly in the corner, all alone

I feel the people stare make me feel like a weakling.

I've done nothing to deserve this kind of pain.

Oh, what I would give for someone to think I am sane!

 

Suddenly- I hear a reassuring voice inside of my head.

My Creator calls me wonderful, beautiful, and brave!

He heals the hurt and puts the Devil to bed.

My dear Savior saves me as He intertwines

His fingers and mine.

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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