At the top of the high dive
feeling that old fear.
My knees lock
nowhere to turn
standing above
that black sea of void
reflecting the insatiable
pool of emptiness inside me.
I need
“help.”
It’s okay,I hear, I’m here and I’ve got you.
I’ve been here all along.
And there is no strength in me,
only gracemercylove
as I surrender,
and step
into waiting arms.