Letting Go

At times, my heart goes burning.

A crime made, to my own soul.

Trusting in thy words of comfort

Trusting in my own self, a sin;

Where’s He who I thought present;

Where do I fit, in this pile of assorted jigsaw?

Is there a place for me?

Or am I, just not meant to be.

Shall fate bring me there?

Or is it faith that shall end me here

Start walking or die trying

There she is; my savior.

Always present, always smiling.

Her ever vibrant being, of angelic peace

Her touches so soothing;

I miss her kisses so tempting,

Hold me tight, I’m in need

I’m only still spinning loosely, trying to catch up

With my own confidence letting go,

Deceived, by my own arrogance.

Will you catch me?

I’m already falling.