Hey, how are you? 

I feel like I am standing on the edge of a cliff about to fall with nothing to hold on to.

I feel like my life is being torn from me and there is nothing I can say or do.

I feel I am screaming, screaming at the top of my lungs, and no hears me.

Like no one cares.

I feel so alone.

I’m good, man, how are you? 

I reach for my notebook and a pen

and breathe a small sigh. 

With each stroke of ink, my anxieties 

my fears

my confusion

are poured out and I relax, letting go

of everything that went wrong today.  

Peacefulness washes over me as I write, 

and I realize that, really, 

everything is going to be okay.