God,

I’ll go to the basement of my pain
depression
sadness
and anger

Only if you promise to walk with me

Hold my surrendered
searching
hand

When I pause to stop and cry
please steady me

When I’m fumbling my way
through the depths
walk with me

Help me trust
that as I go
to the basement of my pain

What awaits
is an upside-down trap door

Opening to a skylight
in the attic of Hope.

Bekah Pogue