"Footprints"

One night I dreamed I was walking along the
beach with the Lord.
Many scenes from my life flashed across the sky.
In each scene I noticed the footprints in the sand.
Sometimes there were two sets of footprints,
other times there were one set of footprints.

This bothered me because I noticed
that during the low periods of my life,
when I was suffering from
anguish, sorrow or defeat,
I could see only one set of footprints.

So I said to the Lord,
"You promised me Lord,
that if I followed you,
you would walk with me always.
But I have noticed that during the most trying
periods of my life
there have only been one set of footprints in the
sand.
Why, when I needed you most, you have not been
there for me?"

The Lord replied,
"The times when you have seen only one set of
footprints in the sand,
is when I carried you."

- Anonymous

When I first started this blog my intention was to put up an original poem of mine every week, in an attempt to become a better poet. This week I would say I have had more or less writers' block.
This poem is one of my favorites, so. . . Enjoy! :)

The Door/ The Mind's Door

A place. . .
     to keep things
     to hold information
     to remember.
A place. . .
     to roam
     to explore the unknown
     to think.
A place. . .
     unassuming
     overlooked
     and often forgotten.

Underneath it all
     Something is missing
     Something is wrong
     Something is off.

Always pondering -
Never quite realizing whats amiss.

Something said, something remembered.
The cogs  of the mind slowly shifting,
     finally clicking into place.

Memories, thoughts
     Long suppressed
     Flood back into the mind.

In a single moment
Everything
     Brighter, clearer,
     More defined.

The space grown considerably larger,
accompanied with a single freeing thought.

Fear

Its inside, always has been.
     Running rampant.
          Never a Moment's Peace.

A constant presence.
     Like a tic in the back of your mind.
     Ever watchful for the Opportune Moment.

A slight chill,
     Creeping. . . .
     Seeping into your veins.
     Fog silently coasting across your mind.
     Tendrils wrapping around your heart.
     Binding faster and faster.

          Unable to speak.
          Unable to move.
          Barely breathing.
               It passes. . . .
          Eyes frantic,
               Searching everywhere,
                    Never finding.

     Without warning dragged back
          Into the torrential Chaotic Moment

     Gradually retreating. . . .

     Wondering, always wondering.
          Will it come back?
           How long will it last?


Forever in Fear.