A Tenuous Existence

 

We live on the edge

We hang by a thread

We clutch at straws

We live by grace alone

 

I wake in trepidation

I walk not knowing

I think in spasms

I am mostly lost

 

We search and ponder

We compare and wonder

We enquire with doubt

We often need to shout

 

I am well and truly alone

I am surrounded by people

I seek solitude

I fear the unknown

 

We are entrapped

We yearn for freedom

We flounder daily

We need grace above all