I woke up with my heart a blur with worries.
A competing bevy of voices. All driving me to be tired—and frozen all at the same time.
A wall of decisions stacked up around my heart, all without clarity, as to where one decision would lead, while fearing I’d risk the wrong choice.
God, why can’t You just tell me what to do?
Just tell me. And I’ll be alright.
And I would begin to cry. Because I would feel all alone.
I would feel unreachable.
I wouldn’t know what to do anymore.