In the darkness of my depression,
I yearn to fly through the air and be at rest.
Dissociating from my sense of identity,
A seeker, I am running toward God in a quest.
Broken and unable to find a calm place in my mind,
Thoughts that race here, there, and everywhere.
I tell my needs with words that resonate with God.
Prayer is no relic of the past, and we find solace there.
Written for the Weekend Writing Prompt #335: Dissociate in 73 words from Sammiscribbles. Also utilized Wordle #626: 12 prompts in bold print from the Sunday Whirl.
Help from Heaven 
So beautifully written
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Great job writing with the prompt!
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God meets us in our valleys
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I have been suffering from a chronic disease since 1995. I pray every day for a miracle. I would appreciate it if you could pray for me as well. I hope one day to be cured. Thank you for your inspirational blog.
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I certainly will, and thank you for your kind words.
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