I don’t know, love
Will you walk with me, beside me
While I don’t know?
I’m fraying, flailing
Will you not give me up
Or set me “free”
I don’t want permission
To figure this out on my own
I want, no I need, connection
Your willingness to standby
And not fix me
But reach out, to affirm me
This is just a season of turmoil
The weight of uncertainties
And grief is blinding- numbing- and heavy
Will you
Not step away- but sit beside?
I’m consociation, in consecration
One says: I’m here with you
And this pit of anxiety
We will see it through
I’m here, with you
Right now and for tomorrow too
In this life, me and you.
