The silence is frightening;
I am forced to deal.
You have a grip on my breathing that seems to be tightening;
I HATE to feel.
The sadness I cannot bare,
For I wrestle with fate.
The only reflection is my empty, stare.
My stomach turns at the thought of being late.
Parts of me begin to surface;
There is no hiding…
It’s meant for me to find my purpose.
Maybe it’s there that love will find me?
I’ve NEVER agreed with farewell.
Timing is the key;
For societal, life is a cell!
One day it shall be.