WORRIES

I haven't lost hope yet,

Not now, not ever,

It's like holding a fistful of sand,

My faith falling,

Every passing minute.

 

But isn't real faithfulness,

When we believe,

When we mustn't?

 

At times I'm afraid,

Too scared to even share,

About whatever I'm too afraid to bear,

Of what's waiting at the bay.

 

Terrified of thinking,

If the silent ocean,

Will bring its mighty waves,

Crashing on me.

 

Or, if the sun will rise from the horizon,

Or will I be left in the darkness forever,

Without a thing to hold onto,

Not a star, nor a moon,

Left alone on one side,

While every other person,

Have crossed over to the other side.