Fear, anxiety, and doubt with each word another shackle chains my hesitant heart.
Why was I born with this feeling, this sense of purpose lost in a sea of white noise?
I know the words are there, but I just can't seem to grasp them.
I should give up fall off this cliff and fall victim to the noise.
I push myself off expecting the end and yet what I found wasn't death but life.
Falling past the sound, I saw others.
More and more appeared aside me each striving to find their own words.
I am not alone at the very thought of that the shackles of my heart began to erode.
I shift through the noise casting off the bindings that were surrounding me.
I haven't seen them yet the words I so desperately crave.
So I'll keep looking hand in hand with those searching just like me.
I am not alone not anymore.