Pain in my heart

must be like pain

without the sharpness

and thin cut of a knife

I love God

but I hurt

loneliness cuts off

my breathing, searching

eyes wide open, head in my hands,

dropping to my knees.

Feel the devil blow smoke in my face.

I can only look upward,

collapsing in His peace.

Where would I have been

if the Lord had not been

on my side.