May 31, 2010


Tentative and frightened
Hands waving wildly before me
Don't want to hit a wall
Walking in the dark.

The air is cold and dank
The fetid smell of anxiety permeates
Sliding feet along the floor
Don't want to trip
Walking in the dark.

Looking for a hand
To hold and touch your soul
To find my light
Don't want to be alone
Walking in the dark.

The walk is nothing but faith.
No need to take leaps.
Eyes closed
Dropping my arms to my sides
I whisper your name
Yet hear no response
I've lost you
Somewhere out here
Walking in the dark.


Anonymous said...

"Everything will be okay in the end. If it's not okay, then it's not the end" - Unknown.

Cheesy, but true.


Anonymous said...

You will heal. Slowly, but surely. Love yourself enough to know that you are loved.