Each day, the same old…..
Like a robot I follow, knowing no joy, variety or zeal….
The chatter continues, no matter what.
I know not what holds me back.
Yet; I fight waiting….for a day unlike the others…
I close my ears, the chatter goes on…
It rises from a mumble to a cacophony.
I can take it no more.
Yet I wait, for a difference…a day, unlike the others….
Insecurity presses on; under its weight, I crumble.
I move around, unaware of my world…
Darkness engulfs me.
I grope, reaching for that hand. That hand, of help…
Struggling through the blackness, I stop.
I close my eyes; for that miracle.
Like the hand, it never comes.
Fumbling amidst the gloom, I stumble. I try again…
I am greeted by silence.
Seeing no ray of hope, I sit down and start to believe…
Believe, in the unseen….
An unseen that says, ‘I will take care.’
An unseen that says, ‘I need your trust.’
An unseen that says, ‘Let go.’
An unseen that says, ‘It is okay.’
An unseen that says, ‘It will happen.’
An unseen that says, ‘Take charge.’
An unseen that says, ‘Take flight.’