My life is a hurricane.
Force five and increasing.
My soul can take no more of the battering it has been subjected to.
The toll is high
And I am not prepared to pay such a high cost for my sanity.
The winds whip through my existance and cause damage I cannot repair alone.
But no one seems to be there when I need them most.
I am afraid I will never
recover
Then what will become of me?
Just another statistic in the ever changing world of my being.
I am afraid.
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