Shark Week

I can feel the darkness falling

Like a mist settling heavy on my soul

I ache

There’s no way to stop it’s decent

I recoil from the anger and frustration 

As it spews from my mouth

I don’t want to respond this way

My hope vanishes like smoke

Surely there must be a way around this?

To bypass this crushing moon cycle

If not, I pray at least the hours would speed up

I am normally so kind and patient

Can you please excuse me when I’m not?

My heart goes out to those who feel this way for seasons at a time

Perhaps this is my monthly reminder to always offer grace

To not run forward so quickly when others are simply trying to stand 

However, right now I can’t bear this, please take my cold numb fog and give me your warm clear peace.

You’re my only Hope 

Amen