I have a pit in my stomach,
An ache that tells me all is not well,
A queasiness that tests my spirit
And lays my will out on the ground for all to see.
I wish I could better describe
What all of this-
These hopes, dreams, regrets, and fear-
All add up to and ultimately mean to me.
But instead, I sit here, stare,
And try to summarize what I know
As my stomach turns upside down,
My head spins,
And I find myself trying
To replant my feet on the ground.
–Written by Sandy Heights