Do I have ME
or does it have me?
Snaking tendrils of pain
coil through nerves, muscles, sinews
joints and every fibre of being,
leaching energy from each cell,
until I am left wrung-out
like a discarded dishcloth.
Fiery darts attack at random,
invading, crippling, agonising –
Foggy clouds encircle the brain,
of thought and purpose.
Living in a limbo-land,
a living-death of exhaustion,
pain and weakness,
as normal life passes by –
too bright, too fast, too alive
for me to join in with any ease.
Then a voice calls to me
in my dopey, yet sleep-elusive state;
A Voice of Love, of Calm, of Peace.
It is my Lord, reminding me
that I am His and He is mine
through every circumstance of life
and transcending them all.
Yes, I have ME –
but it doesn’t have me –
so I am safe
in His arms.