Waking From a Nightmare, by E. Prout

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Waking From a Nightmare

by E. Prout

My heart is pounding in my chest
All of me is drenched in sweat
I donโ€™t know whyโ€”I didnโ€™t dream
I donโ€™t remember anything
I still canโ€™t breatheโ€”my chest still burns
And every muscle in me hurts
Whatever happened, I canโ€™t say
Last minute dark and now itโ€™s day
I look around and see myself
At home, the Gospel on a shelf
Has it a meaning?โ€”I donโ€™t know
Itโ€™s like the Savior turned to go
I donโ€™t know how to call Him back
Itโ€™s just a feeling not a fact

Iโ€™ve learned to breathe again, I think
But somehow Iโ€™m still scared to blink
Of going back where I belongโ€”
Iโ€™ll speak the truth inside a song
Iโ€™ll sing of home and going there
Iโ€™ll sing of homeโ€”thereโ€™s no night there
Iโ€™ll sing of pastures green enough
Iโ€™ll speak of fiery tongues and love
Of Godโ€™s anointing powโ€™r in me
Of all the things my eyes canโ€™t see
Of who I am, and who You are
Of rushing winds and falling stars
I wish I could stop failing You,
But this is all I know to do.

You found me when I didnโ€™t ask
You found meโ€”called me up to task
You called me when I thought I loved You
You called me, and You led me to You
I thought I knew about Your grace
But still I asked if I was saved
I never thought Youโ€™d change Your mind
Or thought that Iโ€™d be left behind
Thatโ€™s all I wondered when You found me
When my fears were out to drown me
Swimming in the storm Iโ€™d made—
The storm Iโ€™m swimming in today
Iโ€™d thought Iโ€™d beaten this all down
But now Youโ€™re leaving me to drown

You never haveโ€”You never will
Why canโ€™t I ever just be still
Why canโ€™t I hear You in the windโ€”
โ€œBecause You arenโ€™t listening.
If you were, my darlinโ€™ dear,
You would know I will still be here.โ€


About the Poet

E. Prout is an education student from Northern Michigan who began publishing her own work five years ago. She writes poems and songs about various topics, especially her faith and personal struggles. Her short stories tend to reside in the real world, though her long stories lean more toward the fantastic.


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