Strength

I don't know what I have left in me but I know all I can do is pray and hope that my grandpa's okay. Every time I do this I feel guilty, even apologetic because I need or want something to happen. It's a selfish relationship that I have with God and it's not right. I'm in a limbo, yet I'm still here crossing my forehead, chest, and shoulders waiting for my anxieties to blow over.