Navigating my thoughts,
I wish to breathe a sigh of relief.
A momentarily pause,
I seek a home to sleep.
A pounding heart,
I have no versatility in my hand.
A red rose,
That bleeds black.
Non- existent in your lap.
I am not neglecting,
But truly,
I have been doubting for too long.
If I am all that I have,
I am not prepared for the next storm.