The Living Dead

Please don't wait for me to feel it- let's just start from right here awkward, numb and full of fear it's now or never Feeling dry preserved, mummified like something long since dead flickers of life in my head haunting like a ghost Trance-like walk horror story style down the aisle children flee mummy mumbles, blankly stares heart and soul elsewhere Still I try to show up and care God forgive my dead soul! Unfeelingly, I believe- help my unbelief __ Another Shadorma, with apologies to readers expecting a Halloween poem! I found this tucked in my Bible from a Sunday a while back when I was depressed and not in a proper mind for worship. While it's a bit embarrassing to admit I feel this ambivalent at times, I'm posting this hoping it will comfort others who struggle with this as well.