The Catch

I see the storm clouds whirling and you are the sunlight
I can barely remember...
maybe I forget sometimes how I am a mess.
I forget you're the only lighthouse I ever need to steer my ship too,
but I'm a hurricane, a tidal wave,
and as I hang on, fingernails scraping dirt,
sweat pooling on my brow,
desperation squeezing
each
breath
out
too
fast
to
catch,
I
am
falling
and
I
want
the
ground,
I
want
the
end
and
then
you catch me.
You wipe my face clean and you set me down and
through my mess, and the raging winds in my head
your voice rings true and clear:
"I will never leave you,
I will never forsake you."