Walls of Glass

God, I tell myself I'm over it,

When I pray to you fear is overcome.

Then the news and conflicting opinions hit,

And suddenly my new-found strength is gone.

I thought that I was in a fortress,

With Your help I'd be safe at last.

But when the walls are in real-life stress,

I find that they are made of glass.

So then the walls come shattering down,

My confusion mocks me, its face cold and hard.

I search for any light or sense to be found,

But all I have to grasp at are chards.