Breathe

The time to write, to breathe...
The time to sort through the muddle,
Of thoughts that reel.

Can I overcome,
Can I get over it again?
Breathe....

When the tightness starts,
When the light grows dim,
Breathe...

It's difficult to breathe,
It's so unmanageable,
Is there a lifeline?

Then I sang your songs,
You are Jehovah Jirah, my Provider,
Your Grace is sufficient for me.

The answer is so clear now,
I should immerse myself in the things of You,
I should immerse myself in Thee.

An irrational sadness

It suddenly overwhelms me,
It overtakes my thoughts,
This deep sense of loss,
That can only be equated to grief,
Something I felt when my Dad passed away.

This is what I feel,
When I realise that I will not have any more babies,
The decision seemed the best.
We have our 'Pigeon Pair',
So why do I feel this unrest?

Why do other women not tell you of this?
Is it a normal stage of life?
When you progress from one stage to another?
Does it ever end?
I pray God would fill this....void.