Why do I feel like I’m at the end of a road
That I’m supposed to keep walking on?
Stared back at me for the first time in a long time this morning.
I’m not quite sure why.
I’m not done here yet, I know.
There’s so much left to do.
There has to be so much more to do.
I want to reach out to my friends
To ask for a hand to hold for even a fraction of a second
Just long enough to feel steady again
But I’m not sure they know about the demons in my head
And they might chase them away.
God can save me
So long as I want to be saved.
If there is no more road to walk on
I will pave my own way through mud and gravel.
Everything feels so heavy.
I’m learning how to move on.
I’m trying to keep going, positively, I promise.
And good things come to those who make them happen.
So I will get better.