Thursday, November 10, 2016

Unstable Ground

I could rip out my hair
every time I move
to take a step
the ground shifts
I found myself hanging over an abyss
such a narrow miss
I should see the holes, the ruin
that's breaking beneath my feet
unstable ground
I can't even see

Lord guide me!
I'm blind....blind to the day
blind to the bitter
blind to the hope

Your joy is like the cold wind on my face
Thank you for today.