Lungs inhale
and drown dry
in murky places
flooded by drought.
Doubts rise,
mercurial deadfall
trapped in curdled chaos,
where dreams sink dumb-founded.
Panic
routs Freedom
until the Peacekeeper
is breathed in,
exhaled slow,
invited into capillaries,
sweet oxygenated blood
to cover
desperate respiration.
Meanwhile, Melody Muses... 
Nothing quite like Creator CPR! 🙂
Absolutely!! 🙂
Our thoughts run in similar channels – that horrible spector of fear is a tenacious foe. Thanks for sharing your work!
Thanks Pam!
Okay, “curdled chaos” is just too graphically accurate. And “dreams sink dumbfounded” is exactly what I was feeling recently–but JESUS Always WINS!
Now THAT is sounding more like the gal I know and love! (I also know and love the hurting part, so not to worry when SHE wins out for a season…)