I’m stuck in this whirlwind,
Wanting to be set free.
But I’m being forced to blend in.
My sanity holds onto the mini breaths I take.
If I inhale too deep, my exhale just weeps.

I cry myself to sleep, dreaming of what could be.
My body struggles to let me be me.
Time seems like a vapor.
Leaving my voice astray.
It’s this journey of finding my way.
I could pray it all away.
If this doubt didn’t make my faith suffocate.

Hold onto my hand, precious Lord.
Help me find the joy stolen.
Wreck my fears and lead me near.
For I am without strength to move on.
And my heart yearns to see and hear.
Don’t neglect the silence in my tears.

My veins pump the blood of the hopeless.
I simply write to keep my focus.
It’s becoming the only thing I can believe in.
Just me and this pen.