Poetry; Crouching in the Dark

Count to five, maybe ten

breathe out and then back in

this day is not my own

it is a gift from God

a blessed reminder

life is out of focus

my eyes are covered

the world spins me around

bumping into others

wandering aimlessly

but i know there is more

more if i could see

hold onto what i know

don’t let them pull me down

when I am lost I just sit

stay there until I am found

thats where I am now

crouching in the dark

I know you will return for me

I will be here