Sometimes I sit and think
What's the point
The point of it all
I strive, I conquer,
I keep the wheels turning
Doors will close on me
Some may open.
What's the point I ask
To that I hear silence
A pin could fall,
I stare wall to wall,
As it closes in upon me,
Harder to breathe
I feel weak
My knees,
They tremble under me
My hands....
I am numb,
I don't know what to feel

"Stop.....just be",
a voice says to me
Just be, there is strength in vulnerbility.
Even when you feel meek
And lack the words to speak.
Trust in this,
You are who you are meant to be
Despite the uncertainties.