The rain-

it won’t let up-

the wipers, broken-

the tires-


rear-view mirror-


my hands are shaking-

do I get out of the car?

The car is me.


I cannot run from me.

When I cannot see, when I cannot feel, when the pain is real-

when right and wrong look the same-

when the dreams are a dark fast paced mist-

and the maze has me blindsided-



You are on my side.

You tell my fears to run-

your love surrounds me-

when my thoughts wage war-

You are on my side.