I feel so anxious that I cannot
breathe.
I just can’t concentrate
on anything.
Fear next disaster. I’ve no space to grieve.
This is a complex web of fears
I weave.
I seek fragments of hope on which
to cling.
I feel so anxious that I cannot
breathe.
Some things, once lost, we simply
can’t retrieve.
Old wounds that are re-opened
must still sting.
Fear next disaster. I’ve no space to grieve.
I wish that God would grant me
a reprieve.
I can’t believe that this
is happening.
I feel so anxious that I cannot
breathe.
This is the constant burden,
which I heave.
How can I fly? I have a broken wing.
Fear next disaster. I’ve no space to grieve.
This place of torture, I have
got to leave.
I long to find my voice again,
and sing.
I feel so anxious that I cannot
breathe.
Fear next disaster. I’ve no space to grieve.