In the midst of turbidity have i trod.

Over and over, time and again,
Searching for tenuous ends of something to pull me out of this spinning disarray.

There I've found, the feeble hands reaching out, calling me...
Holding on now. Anxious to get out of the dark abyss.
He'll provide. He'll let this pass. He's my solitude. My pillar of strength. In Him will I trust. His love is abundant, is bountiful, is measureless. His grace... forever reaching out to me.



Yet,
foolish is I



I've allowed myself to fall back.


Treading on still... in this addling maelstorm.
I do not harbour hatred. I feel no bitterness in this.
Yet, I'm crying out for help. I need to snap out of this. QUICKLY.

I thought I could handle this. I thought it was something i could control.
I thought wrong. Marred my heart feels... More than I thought it will.
How I wish I feel no longer. It's sickening. It really is.



I'm drained. I really am.




Lord, help.



Treading on still... in this deep, tormenting mess.
I need to get out of it badly.