Hey, how are you?
I feel like I am standing on the edge of a cliff about to fall with nothing to hold on to.
I feel like my life is being torn from me and there is nothing I can say or do.
I feel I am screaming, screaming at the top of my lungs, and no hears me.
Like no one cares.
I feel so alone.
I’m good, man, how are you?
I reach for my notebook and a pen
and breathe a small sigh.
With each stroke of ink, my anxieties
are poured out and I relax, letting go
of everything that went wrong today.
Peacefulness washes over me as I write,
and I realize that, really,
everything is going to be okay.