Me, In Here

Pits,

deeper than a black hole.

Knots,

tighter than a vice grip.

Uncertainty,

thicker than a morning mountain fog.

Debris flying, knocking me off course.

Where am I even headed?

The mirage, is it real?

I swear it's no different than the ground beneath my feet.

Am I wrong, to be scared?

Is it wrong, to be scared?

The cocktail of fear, makes it all so real,

blending together the truth and the lie.

Where do I step, and where do I leap?

Will I ever know the answer?

Should I ever know the answer?

What do I know?

Me, in here,

noticing the fear.

That me I know. That me is here.