Stand By Me

Sirens scream around me, uncertainty and self-doubt seeping in my ears. I am tossed in the torment.

Stand by Me.

 

I am black and blue with life’s bruises. My limbs are weak, each breath a struggle to squeeze from my lungs.

Stand by Me.

 

Mountains dissolve to the earth, stars shoot fire, and darkness consumes my eyes.

Stand by Me.

 

I root in the middle of the road, paths sprouting from all directions. None are paved, all overgrown and looming. Not a sign in sight.

Stand by Me.

 

Life hangs by a silent web, invisible to the public eye. Frail, frantic, lingering on its line.

Stand by Me.

 

I feel pressure caving around my soul, chiseling hard and stark realization, a hammer to my heart.

Stand by Me.

 

Numb. Lord, everything is crashing to my shore in urgent calling.

Fear. I stand at the edge of a canyon and listen to my echoes reverberate against the chasm.

Unknown. I am moving through a midnight marsh that threatens to swallow me, skin to spirit. I cannot be alone. I don’t want to feel numb.

 

Stand by Me.

 

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