"This Too Shall Pass"

"This Too Shall Pass"

I feel it.
I feel it once again.
Negative thoughts slice through,
like the cutters from a Jaws of Life rescue tool...yet there is no escape.

It's been removed.
The peach color on my face...has become grey.
My eyes are sore, as if hooks are yanking down on my lower lids.
Tight pressure on each temple, as well as my forehead, in between.

Barely able to move.
Even if I can move, I choose not to.
Maybe if I'm still, I'll snap out of this horrid nightmare.
But it is no nightmare...I'm fully awake.

Why must my thoughts haunt me?
How have I lost control?
A day ago, I felt different, I felt confident.
Today, utter dread.

It's the world in which I live, all alone.
I reach out, but no one responds.
I call out to my God, why won't the spirit answer?
Why won't it give me a break?

We become what we imagine.
I try, but I'm unable to imagine good in myself.
Positive words are on the tip of my tongue, wanting to jump.
Like a noose around those words, it holds them in place.

I close my eyes tight,
the darkness of pitch engulfs me--it traps me.
I open them again--the same spot I lay.
The same tightness in my body, the same stillness of fear.

Why am I unable to fight?
Why do I choose not to fight?
No energy, no motivation,
no will to set myself free.

Finally, I hear it.
A voice from within--the voice of my soul.
It speaks for me, and says,
"This too shall pass."