Hands

Hands

As I flounder
in my own self doubt and worry,
I watch as they appear.
By my sides,
above my head,
reaching this way and that.
Their frantic flight throughout my life
astounds me beyond words.
And, as I grab onto one,
I find myself climbing a living ladder,
pulling me higher and higher,
carrying me to the heavens.
But I haven't quite reached
nirvana yet;
there are still some things that need doing,
thoughts that should be going,
steps I will be taking
to take back my life
from the impending self doubt
that haunts my days
and lies by my side at night,
stroking my hair as I shiver to sleep.
So I've kicked it out of bed,
making it sleep on the floor,
but I must find a way to push it out the door,
only to return on occasion.
Hopefully, with all these hands backing me up,
I won't have to push quite as hard.