The world is full of holes that I fell through,
Alone, like a gasp
cut short.
Jesus has suffered
His suffering, his anguished eyes
Remind me that I am
Not alone
At the precipice.
I am always falling
The way my stomach tumbles
And gravity is lost
And hope is lost.
Will He reach out for me? Can he?
Or will we both fall alone,
We with our anguished eyes?