MARIE MFT

At times it escapes me: How will I survive... In a panic... The panic, and the pain. Consuming, unholy fire. Demanding an answer-- Threatening recourses... "Desperate times", they say... Well, 'desperate measures', I declare. Lord, how will I survive myself? Wails and moans, and Moans and wails. Oh, Ramah. I hear you. Millions of nerve endings on fire... Electrocuting me. We rise on the coaster in glee, Again. A jelly fish not immune to its own- Touching me all over, and Smothering me, all...

Writings from MARIE MFT.

Holding on. . . . A wall of fire amidst The wall of pain. Such briars... Scores of offense. Committed, devoted-- We must mitigate the risks... ... But, you’re ready to move on... And, you Are. --Are you not? It’s ok. Accept many won’t move on with you. It is okay. Trust God about it, and be happy now. ... Oh...be happy, now-- Please... ... Needs, and concerns, Discomforts, restrictions... --Trust God with them, Marie. Holding tight to the ouch and its yell. But...It is not what causes your...