Walk in the Woods
Abstract: Hope I’m Wrong
A poem, about the nasty thoughts and emotion that surface when I lack sleep.
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.