Ride

The only thing I can see is that heavy door close. I choose to be afraid; I’ve made my bed, it’s time to cry in it. I saw the wave from 6 miles away. Today it tosses me with ease and disease to an unknown spot. Plotting, Life tells me I’m to go anywhere but here. Fear is my everlasting companion, a fifth limb constantly applying the front brake. If I could only find something to let go of or something to hold on to.