Tumbled weeds

Days can fall into turbulence but the question of calm is reality. Can it be maintained by anything but prayer?

Oh how I sigh in such a question. The holding myself together right now. Depth is grand but emotions are high
 Staying sane in a moment of great concern can only be the factor of Jehovah  taking on my worries.

Softly I have to laugh that this day was magnificent in all aspects but this one. And here I stand okay of being weak and scared for the outcome. It proves that I don't stand tall all the time. Most days I just have to reach for the positive in the moments so dark as these.

Today I felt changed. This night made me realize that it was by far more deep than I believed. So carefully I tread and even more so in the hopes for better.

I can dream. I can hope. I do pray.

Right now I am just trying to maintain some sort of decorum all the while I am wracked with nerves. Uncontrolled.

Legs breaking and I am overwhelmed but it is a test I can overcome. So here I am waiting. Hoping good news comes.

Each step tonight is a fragile one. And my eyes drown in tears. So don't you dare say I was cold and unfeeling.

I am more than you know.

And now I just wait. I pray. I wait. I pace. I wait.

Prayer. It helps in all ways.

So now I just hold myself as the weakest part of me cracks.