hold my hand

i am afraid, alone and it's cold and dark. i am afraid of what the future holds for me, and i am afraid of all the demons hiding in the dark, waiting for me to reach that point in time where they are so they can pounce on me. hold my hand while i navigate time. i know it is impossible to retrace my steps or to stay still. and every step i take is dark with me knowing the outcome only when i reach. all i ask is to hold my hand, lest i may fall.