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.