alone is what I feel sometimes
because of my peers.
caution is what they call me.
desperation controls me as
emptiness takes over my mind.
fumbling around and
getting into trouble I needed
help but only
I knew.
just as I thought it could get no worse I
keeled in front of my bedside
laughing at myself for all the
mistakes I'd made.
neatly, I folded my hands and
opened my mouth,
praying to God to
quickly come
revive me and forgive my
sins.
truly, I knew, that
underneath all of my troubles I was a
victim struggling in the
way that I know he would forgive me for. You offered me a
xenodochium, a place to rest, and
You
zoned out the pain so I could become one of your people and I knew I was home.
