Life
Life takes a grip
It holds my brain
And whispers
“You don’t know”
Fear
Childish
Daunting
Paralyzing
Continuous
I don’t know
Where I should go
Or what I should do
“You don’t know”
Drifting
Directionless
Confusing
Pointless
Frightening
I pray
I worry
I cry
A hand
A hand drags me up
Out of my drowning
Out of my self-pity
Out of my fear
I am welcomed back to life
It holds my brain
And whispers
“No one knows”
And that’s fine
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