Something truly upsetting happens, is revealed.
To whom do I turn?
Do I turn at all?
The first anxiety rolls in like the tide.
I ride it by walking.
Then adrift like a ship, I sift and sort through.
New situation.
Find quiet.
Float out.
To whom do I turn?
Do I turn at all?
The first anxiety rolls in like the tide.
I ride it by walking.
Then adrift like a ship, I sift and sort through.
New situation.
Find quiet.
Float out.
