A Thorn in My Flesh

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From the inside out, mope finds me despondent to my environment. This is not my everyday; I know she is arriving.

Cold is my body, chilled to the bone, a carcass empty and tired seeking warmth between two layers, as sleep tugs at my eyelids. She’s calling me, I hear her whispers in my achy bones and mood, tossing me to and fro in her sea of emotions, which has me running for b-complex more often this week. She has my attention, but I try to keep my focus beyond her to where I’ll be in a few days, free from her grasp.

A thorn in my flesh, given to me from deceived parents of long ago, her presence forces me to curl up in the lap fo Jesus, who heals, re-energizes, and gives me strength to endure her pains, until sunlight wakes me refreshed.

“Three times I pleaded with the Lord to take it away from me. But he said to me, “My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness. (2 Corinthians 12:8-9)”

via Daily Prompt: Mope


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