My mind is all over the place.

Am I forcing my own desires, 

being patient enough for your grace?

Was making contact the right way,

or not my place?

Now I am left with this pit in my stomach,

a mild nausea of nervousness.

No matter where I put my thoughts 

they keep

rebounding back to this.

This pit.

This emptiness.

This

is like an echo,

some sound that resonates.

Only its love and fear and dread

and self hate.