I lost my safety net
the day she left this world.
The one who caught me
when I slipped,
when I stumbled,
when I fell too far.

I lost my guard rail
the day my mother died.
The one who kept me
from flying off the road,
from crashing into the dark,
from losing my way.

Now—
I’m stuck.
Stuck in a rut.
No hand to catch me.
No arm to steer me right.

And maybe—
maybe that’s grace.
Maybe that’s mercy.
Because at least I’m stuck…
and not
drifting
away.