Rod E. Kok
October 3, 2015
stairs, my mind
plays tricks on me
as I descend into the
dark recess of depression.
I find the cold floor; I am curled
up in a ball, trying to stay warm as
I wait for help to come and rescue me.
strong arm is my
guide, your love takes
me out of darkness; You
wrap me in your warmth, your
breath fills me with hope. My prayer
is to never go down these stairs again.