When I Go Down
WHEN I GO DOWN
the thing that I hate more
than anything else is
the way I am powerless
to dictate my own moods
so many things could
have been so much more
praying problems go away
in wasted breathless curse
taking everything I've learned to teach destructive disregard going down to hit the bottom heavy load that got me there
clear myself of clouded mind
and watch myself settle down
into places where peace can
search me ready to be found
control slips through weak hands
as ever-present conscience shakes
its moral head and reprimands
blaming all ill on selfishness
exhaling briefly I hear Your voice
it gives hope and hope gives life
my words hardly making a noise
a fallen soul praise hath pried
assuring me I’m not dead and gone
my life is worthy and I belong
© Kim van Breda—June 2014
Copyright © Kim Van Breda | Year Posted 2014
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