Monday, March 2, 2009


Who am I, a brilliant question
Answer lost to those that are tied
To mental illness, confusion inside

For one moment, it all seems right
And the next, seemingly wrong
Never sure which will last long

It might be neither, or maybe both
Inside, never sure of the fact
Leaving an identity no longer intact

Only one place to go when I'm lost
To the Lord with trust that He can see
The truth of what's inside of me

Even if I no longer know
Who I am, who I'm not
Must obey the lessons taught

And place my trust in my creator
My Father, brother, friend
Bracing for mood swings once again

No comments:

Post a Comment