The thoughts, they swirl
so fast, on and on.
I can scarcely tell them apart.
Enveloping me in their arms,
inching their way towards my heart.
Telling me the things
I hide deepest of all
the ones I keep so secret,
yet I can still hear them call.
The times I fell short,
the ways I don't measure up,
these all keep me up in the night.
Struggling to have faith
that it all will work out,
trying to keep hope in my sight.
The future's not clear, but maybe it's bright.
In all honesty, I don't really know.
But in the meantime, I keep the thoughts at bay,
because I cannot let such things grow.