Dear God, please—
I’m trying to hold myself together
with hands that won’t stop shaking.
The nights get long,
the thoughts get heavy,
and the world feels too sharp
for a heart this soft.
Dear God, please—
quiet the noise in my head
before it swallows the parts of me
I’m still trying to save.
I’ve been running from shadows
that look too much like my past,
and I’m tired of losing sleep
to memories that won’t stay buried.
Dear God, please—
remind me I’m not alone
when I’m convinced I am.
Remind me You see something in me
I’ve never been brave enough to believe.
Hold me when I fall apart,
even if all I bring You
is the wreckage of another long night.
Dear God, please—
don’t let go.
Not now.
Not when I’m this close
to breaking or becoming—
I don’t even know which anymore.
Just stay.
Just guide.
Just breathe with me
until I can breathe again.
Dear God, please.
Through the Fog 