Loosing My Footing Poem by Sarah E.S.

I'm walking along
and can't look where I'm stepping.
I keep on tripping
and falling flat on my back.
And when I look up at the sky....
everything seems so pointless and insignificant.
It's so different from looking straight ahead,
seeing the sun in the distance.

I manage to get back on my feet
but my steps falter
with increased apprehension.
I find myself second-guessing
And become so much less confident
Disoriented.

It takes a while
to gain the confidence
to find a steady pace.
I don't always know which step
will have me falling on my back again,
staring up at the sky.

Some are mines.
Some are nothing but the most insignificant of rocks.
Some are so familiar.
Some I even seek out.

They tell me not to think about it.
Not to worry about it.
There is nothing I can do about it.

I find myself stealing glances
at the black ocean above.

I can't forget it's there.

It distracts me.
Haunts me.
Taunts me.
Slows me down.

I'm afraid of my world
going upside down
and drowning.

In the end
it will swallow us all