Letter & Pixels #31

Tremors are rocking through me, 
and I'm begging to stop;
I need off this ride.
I'm bucked, wild, and thrown.
I feel like a failure
because I can't handle this
concept of stumbling and fumbling
and not knowing where I'm going.

Then I feel a hand slip into mine
and I remember I'm not alone
She's with me,
standing right by me.
And my brothers, oceans away,
have got me held up
while hacking and burning their own
damn way through the jungle.
My friends, family, and fellow artists,
they don't know all the ins
and outs, but they've got my heart
cupped and held high above the
waves and turbulence.
I remember then, too, to be
thankful.

PS Gear & Jon Wilkening