When
Contemplating
The loss
Of most of
My worldly
Possessions
Because I have
No space
Here in Texas
And cannot
Travel back
To Georgia,
In any case,
My Heart Breaks.

My mind
Descends
Saying there
Is no life
Left for
You,
Take it,
Leave.
Suicidal
Ideation
Becomes pressing
The voices louder.
I fight –
A welterweight
Contending
For Existence.

I
Have
Been
Cleaning
Everything
In sight,
Keeping busy
To allow
My heart
Room
To Fight
A mind
Gone
Haywire
Once more –
Worst than
Every
Day
Here
Before.

I have
Purpose NOW
Even though my
Wayward brain
Would have
It, I forget.
Demanding
I quit,
But
It fails
To
Recognize
I
Never
Give
Up!
When
Ringed
Around
With turmoil,
Trouble,
I excavate
Digging deep
Where no
Killer impulse
Can go, grow.

I am
Expert
In Entertaining
Myself with
Loves
Which are
Forever;
And immersing
Myself
In Prayer.
Jesus
Washes
Me clean.
He has my
Victory!

Still,
And Still,
Time/Space
Are a vexing
Trial.
Consistent
Battles
Carry
Thunderous
Barrage –
Punching
Low, Below,
But I shall
Not Give In!

Win,
Beloved!
Do
It Over
And Again!

Fly high!

ASCEND!