I’m going way way down flying straight into a crack
Far far far down and maybe I’ll peek out at the world [or maybe I won’t]
Fight or flight and I seem to choose flight every time
I’m a ball that won’t bounce
A plane with no propellor
So I think it’s easier for you and I if I put my hands over my ears and close my eyes
Firmly
I think it may be easier if I wrap my arms around myself
Tightly
And wait for this to pass
And who knows, maybe when I look up
The storm will have passed.