My Psalm

The storm in my soul is raging. My heart is heavy. The waves beat against me and I fear losing my grip. I'm alone. I call out for help, but they are on the shoreline. They can't reach me. I am in the middle of the ocean, surrounded by things that can hurt me. To whom do I cling? The lightning and thunder shake me. I am cold and terrified. I huddle in the corner, holding on to anything that will keep me grounded, waiting for the storm to pass. Surely it won't last long and then there will be calm. Isn't that the way it works? But for how long will this last? My arms grow weary. I can't hold on much longer. "God, Are you there?"