Hold On: An Excerpt of My Overwhelmed Thoughts

Blinded and torn I turn and turn,
Seeking a respite from the bitter winds that buffet me about.
But no relief.
No calm.
Only the storm.

Only the storm stripping me bare.

In the storm I stand
Until I can stand no more.
I fall to my knees.
I fall to my face.
Scarred.
Scared.
Helpless.

Nothing to hold onto.
No light to push toward.
Only darkness screaming all around me.
Numbing.
Breaking.
Slipping.