Driving

You’re driving,

Hands gripped firm on the wheel. 

Windscreen wipers falling short of their purpose to help you see through the rain.

The wind is pushing from side to side,

other cars are swirling into your lane. 

Eyes open, music turned down. 

Focused. 

Scared, but focused. 

Take a deep breath.

At least you know you are alive.

You are alive. You are here. 

You can get through this, dear.

Every storm passes at some point. 

Look at the promise, it'll get you through this day. 

Perfect love casts out all fear and your journey has purpose.

There's a destination, meaning there will be an arrival.

You will make it through this storm.

Just keep driving.