When I am Sad I get Scared
When I get Scared I seek Control
But I have had Control before...
over my life, the people in it,
and then the darkness came,
and We fought...they came
in swarms...Alive...I had to
decide to relinquish Control
And upon my own gauntlet...
That piece of me died.
Because it wasn't right
to own that kind of control.
I don't know now what to do
When I am Sad....
Except that at that moment
Gracefully deliver my senses
of Control over to that which is
ever truly in Control anyway...