Grasping for those I love
Holding on for dear life
To the people who are good
What is good?
When those who you’re supposed to trust

Betray

What then?

How do you move forward?
How do I move forward?

Dont lean into fear
Lean into love
Trust
Hope

But how.

My world uprooted
My rock tumbling down a cliffside

What was good is bad, and what was bad
is worse

There is no black and white, no pure, no good, no bad, no right, no wrong

Magnetic arrow north no longer
It’s only direction driven by the wind
The invisible map stripped away

When the voice who has served as the conscience in my head
My Jiminy Cricket
The first one to teach me the difference between right and wrong
Good and bad

Does wrong

How can i trust my inner voice?
Pinocchio lost to his own devices

Tumbling in darkness