This was written by Shirley Wickers when going through chemotherapy and radiation. Many of us can identify with her despair and feelings.
Black Hole: A Prayer for Those Going Through Dark Places
O God, I’m right back in that limbo world again:
can’t feel You close to me, can’t feel anything.
It seemed as if things were fine, walking in the light.
Then suddenly, panic: it’s all dark, I’m drowning.
Worries, no more than they were before,
and yet they are so heavy, so unsolvable, so endless, sucking me down.
And I am listening to the enemy who is damning me to death with his sly lies.
Doctors tell us that feeling low is just like any other illness:
brought on by stress, hormones, exhaustion, debility.
Then why do I feel so guilty about it,
so powerless to drag myself out, so unguarded?
Where is my knowledge of you being there right beside me;
part of me while my feelings scream that because I’m like this I have failed you,
therefore I am less than nothing?
Please give me the disciplined mind to refuse to entertain these trespassing thoughts
which have no right to be there because I am your child;
To wait quietly in faith until my receiving equipment is repaired
and switched on again and I can feel you filing me with your big heart,
forgiving me, empowering me, and remobilizing me,
just where you’ve been all the time.
Quoted by Alistair Begg in the second part of a sermon titled The Ascension. This is my very unpoetic interpretation of the poem script.