| helplessness A call for help, comes from a friend. A feeling of alarm consumes me Overtaking me and leaving me breathless. Tears dance down my cheak, While my stomach turns like a blender; The blades tear my insides to pieces. I'm slowly loosing control. My hands shake, I can barely type; not that it matters, I'm left without words. My face is stained, with the remains of my tears. My heart is filled to the brim, And overfilling with my fears. An inner conflict immerges: Is she telling the truth? Can I trust these heavy words? What are they to me? The answer slowly comes I know what I must do I'm sure I cannot face this, It's not something I can fix. So I do the only thing I can: Pray with all my heart. |