at the top of a tower \\ He’s always there.

breath caught

heart beating

hands trembling

and that one thought

i can’t move

if i move,

i die

frozen

feet planted

sides

so

very

far

away

i’m not going

to make it out of this

“are you

alright?”

the voice

it’s next to me

i chuckle

nervously

“yes

yes,

i’m fine”

“you sure?”

no

no i’m not

“i...

i need to get

down from here”

“alright”

they nod

“don’t worry -

it’ll be fine.

you want me

to go first?”

i smile

then i nod

“yes -

yes,

thank you”

“don’t fear”

they say

“pray”

sometimes

it’s hard to

trust

but that’s

just it -

we can’t

trust on our own

we’ve got to ask

God

for help

ask God for help. // He’s always there.