Run for shelter
from the rain
Some type covering
I may gain
Where’s there relief
from this pain?
My head exploding
am I insane?
Holding an umbrella
up over me
Gives little shelter
from rising sea
For depression won’t
let me be
When will I
again be happy?
All I do
cry and cry
No matter how
hard I try
The faith that
I once rely
The worry does
to me deny
Oh Lord, please
hear my prayer
Have You one
blessing to spare?
For I need
Your tender care
To save me
from my despair!
Teresa Marie 9/20/11
What about God? 
Yes! Lovely poem, and it’s okay to cry and cry out. Sometimes we have to vent our pain and frustration in order to purge it from us and start fresh. My poetry runs the gamut of emotions, from laughter to tears, joy to anquish. It is often my outlet and serves as a soul cleansing tool. Very nice writing, Terri! Let ‘er rip, girl!
Thanks Charles! And don’t worry, I have. Blessings, Terri
beautiful Teresa, if we cant find shelter on god, then who can we find shelter on.. ?? !! XO
Thanks Abi, And nowhere!! Hope you are doing okay. XOXO