Get a Grip

Time moving too quick

Then too slow

The room spinning out of control

Looking around

No anchor to be found

I need to get a grip

Standing tall

My feet slipping

Lifting up my hands

But I never surrender

I look high to the hills

Where the strength comes from

One step towards the light, feet shaky

Closer still the ground hardens

Each step more solid than the last

Hands outstretched

I reach out and fall but…

Thankfully, You have me in your grip.

©Lainey Starr 2010

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