Destination

I sit on my bed
in the heap of soft pillows.
waiting, hoping
for things to get better.
I'm starting to cry.
Don't want things to change.

Voices scream negativity;
You'll fail
-the thoughts pierce-
not good enough.

All this seems true
to me at the time.
-
I crawl off the bed,
as tears wet the floor.
I plead on my knees,
-help-
how can I be better?
-
Warmth reaches out
I know He is there.
Knowledgeable, Kind
The Redemeer

suffered for me.

I still do not know
where the path leads from here.
But I know I have someone.
A guide

to show me the way.
This is the path...
to my Destination.