Its nights like this that I feel it slip
times like these that I stumble.
Its when the chaos
begins to subside
that it sneaks up on me
that my calm starts it slide.
It’s the places with silence
that are loudest to me.
It’s the times when you’re settling
that are unsettling to me.
When you smother me with order
and alphabetize my mess
when there’s no more urgent danger
no more brokenness
that’s when I start to loose my grip
that’s when my hold on me
starts to slip.
