With Gods help, it i never as bad as it seems

I have slipped into a dark place
I struggle
Webs of history
in the shadows
I try to illuminate (2 Corinthians 4:6)
but feel like their is
a blanket of darkness over me
My mind says familiar
My heart says
undesirable
I am as low as dirt
Is this what it feels like to be invisible
Even smells are dank
Simple things are so difficult
it makes minutes feel longer
Voices now faint
A chill all around

I pray to you God
help me to get out of this funk

I then spring forth like
a jack in the box

I do not like working
under the house
next time I call a plumber!

Inspired by
A time for everything
Ecclesiastes 3:1-8
"A time to laugh"