I am willing to admit, I am afraid of all of this.
Life, work, God, the universe.
Why am I here?
I am subject to despair, and at times I rather be there –
Then the place where, people are rude, indifferent and mean.
Things are not what they seem, or appear.
And at times I even fear, stepping outside, and being resilient.
Because truthfully I am fragile, broken, and torn apart.
My soul is still needing repair.
I’ve had quite a scare, last year.
And now I am here…
Still alone.
Still alone.
Still alone.
Just me and my soul.
