Sometimes

Sometimes all I feel,

is intensely horrible pain.

Sometimes I can't feel,

as if I'm not sane.

 

Sometimes there are tears,

sliding down my face.

Other times there are fears,

slipping into place.

 

Sometimes there is blood,

sliding out my veins.

Those times there is blood,

dripping off the blade.

 

Sometimes I feel lonely,

even if I'm not alone.

Sometimes my fears,

block out feelings of grace.

 

Yet somehow I know,

that you are here with me.

So with in my need I say,

"Let your grace pour out of this place."