Is it my turn?

I softly hear the whisper

I’m scarred that it might pass me

I hold my breath hoping it will stay

I’ve seen it come and seen it go

Is it for me this time
I see the small light

It is getting brighter and closer

The light is becoming blindly 

I seek refuge in what I know the darkness

I reach and see

A ray of light on my trembling hand
Could it be, will it be

I hold my breath again

I hold still as a stone yet again

A little light, a little whisper

A hope that is coming

And hopefully

Will stay