Lost

suspended in
the inky black,
I don't know
where I am,
or where I go;
a surge of fear
rises inside;
I flail around to grip
anything I can find;
but there's nothing
to grab on to or ride;
and so I hold on
to myself a while,
and make peace
with the space
to not know;
it's the best place to be
as I find my way home.