I’ve let go of my final strand of hope.
I’ve lost my way.
Standing in a dark road looking ahead desperately trying to find the bread crumbs that have long since been gobbled up by my insecurities and never-ending problems.
I’m being walked through a path lead by doubts and crowded with fear.
I can’t see where I’m going.
And I wish upon the leaf of dread, fingers crossed, the place I end up in is an improvement to this present that is hell.