Just a few words flashed my feed,

and turmoil settled in quickly.

Every fear, all my insecurities,

stepped on to a ledge with me,

not off in the distance watching me.

How silently do we fall unless 

there is a way to find that balance?

A friend, a person to hold your purse

while in the moment we lose our shit.

I could stay trapped in here forever,

might be the words come to mind

from the voice of a friend, a confidant.

Stepping out always seems easier,

afterward, when our world returns.

I haven’t understood my ability

to hold onto my dreams. It’s menacing,

… really.