to tread the unknown
and to pray it ends well
to believe in a person,
realize you have no control,
and only that they mean well
i can’t breathe sometimes
the panic rises in my throat
i hold my aching stomach
i need to vomit
why this sudden need
to find my best friend
and make sure they see me?
make sure they believe in me?
life can be spent with just me
and my God.
It is more than enough.
It is more than enough.
every day i wake up
and the zero stares at me
and mocks me
he says i’m a singer
but i doubt it
she says raise your head
and i do until i can’t
there’s too much anger
and sadness and joy and love
all mixed in and I just need a place
steady enough to let me lay it all down
- les’nspired
maybe then i can see it with something
akin to perspective
