You learn what you are made of
when you find yourself in moments like these.
When the only thing that you know
is you’re doing the best that you can.
In long silent hours spent alone
when the quiet is just too loud.
When you run just to get away
from the voices in your own head.
Right now I can’t see the light
at the proverbial end of the tunnel.
I just know that from where I stand
things seem very dark.
I’m spinning in tight little circles
from one moment to the next.
With thoughts and things that need letting go
but then I’d have nothing to hold.
I’m wearing the face and dressing it up
in clothes that never fit.
My stature smaller, literally,
and figuratively smaller still.
Trying and trying and fighting the good fight
with no idea what all this is for.
No clear footprint, no well-worn path
no idea where I am supposed to go.