When Days Unravel (a poem)

When the day unravels
not in threads but in flames,
and everything I carefully stacked
topples without warning—
I forget how to hold myself together.
I forget how to breathe.

When trouble rises
like dark water creeping at my ankles,
when the walls feel too close
and every light in the room flickers out—
I whisper the smallest prayer,
and trust that You hear even that.

Prayer has never been my lifeboat of last resort.
It has always been the place
where I find myself again.
Where Your presence sits quietly beside me,
filling the gaps of my strength,
turning my trembling into victory,
again and again.

So here I am—
hands open,
releasing everything I was never meant to hold.
Letting the hurt escape on the exhale,
knowing You already understand
every sharp edge of my heart.

And tomorrow—
that wild, mysterious tomorrow—
belongs to You.
I’ll step into it
with trust as my footing,
and You leading me home.

-SStrissel 10/29/25