My stomach churns with anxiety.
I regret my actions today.

In the morning my spirit stumbled.
I forgot my duties for the day.

I sat at the table for lunch quietly.
I realized I had lost my plans.

My friends don’t know of my pain.
I hold silence to escape their judgment.

What can I do to avoid a fall?
I have run from myself in the past.
Every day my fears follow me.

In my prayers, I ask for a way out.
I imagine that I am walking to a door.
I pray for the grace to escape.

The door opens and a light shines forth.
My vision grows wide.
I have found my goal and step out.

W. Wayne B.