Alone
And unknown.
Forsaken
And shaken...
This is what creates me.
Shouts
And doubts.
Mistrust
And disgust...
This is what enfeebles me.
Sighing
And crying.
Depression
And aggression...
This is what destroys me.
A friend
To mend
The pain
And strain...
This is what I am longing for.
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I have been there, alone, depressed, down because of the people and situations I found myself in. But the belief in myself kept me going (or was it just a tingling curiosity as to where my life was going next?). And now I have found peace with my own relationship with God, such as it is, a work still in progress, I recon. I like your words, your poems, Annie Mae. Keep it up.
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