Abstract: Hope I’m Wrong


Tired and fighting.

Like I walked into a spider web of anxiety in the middle of the trail,

I can’t see the strings or the crawler,

but I can feel them sliding over my arms and thoughts.

And, I’m worried about what’s about to come.

Praying, I’m wrong.

I hope it’s sleep deprivation- the product of an exhausted mind.

I better not be right.

Lord, I hope I’m wrong.


Nik Curfman

I am a writer and artist in the early stages of my trek. I spent 20 years trying to be who I thought I needed to be, and now I am running after who I am. Fearless Grit is my space to document and share the process. 

https://fearlessgrit.com
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