I have the ability to detach
let the fog roll in and relax
into oblivion.

But the flowers on my table
and the crisp, cool morning air
draw me back to beauty.

I have the ability to check-out
and act like everything is fine.
I can move and watch myself
carry on.
Pressing on.
Walking on.
No one knows its me.

I want to run away.
Drive away.
Get away.
Flee like a bird to
that mountain in the Psalms.

Rescue me.
Don’t let me sink.
Don’t let me grow numb.
Don’t let me lie down and sleep
my life away.

I have the ability to seek peace
and pursue it.
I have the ability to stand in the war
and fight for you.
I have the ability to help you hear
and believe.