It Never Was...

There are times I rage and scream.
Shake my fists
and cry out to the Heavens.
I plunge myself into
Misery
with my “what if’s” and “why me’s”
slipping and sliding, full speed ahead,
into an abyss of my own making,
all the while
yelling “Where are You?!!”
I wrap the dark like a shroud.
I keep only silence and depression as my company.
My suffering is
Great
and
Pathetic.
NO ONE knows what it’s like…but me.
Til I reach my end, that last
Pitiful strand of
Self.
I lash out one last time—
Shrieking—
I finally give up…
I stop the screaming, the pity.
I simply stop.

And then I hear…
                                                  …that still, small Voice.
                                                  Reminding me that it’s not my fight.

                             It never was.

(July 11, 2011)