Stone chest

Struggling a bit today.
I opened the box
thought too many thoughts.
Felt to many things
It’s the idea verses the reality
The hope
When there should be none
Taking in stride the conversations of the week
Until the rhythm
The meter changes
Watch and the future becomes
Blurry
I’m will still be the stone chest
Locking tight
I will be strong.
And seek the light at the end.