The Current

The thoughts of self harm never cease
I call it the current
Unrelenting thoughts of suicide
Waves of unbearable pain
Crash against the walls of brokenness

Negative thoughts move to and fro
I call it the current
Denying myself the right to live
Dreams disappear in the night
The wind, it carries my hope away

The voice of my Savior cries out
I call it the current
Picking up my cross he carries me
Hope abounds in my spirit
His love it brings me back to life

By: Diane McDaniel.