read into what you feel... nothing really other than thoughts that trickled on to a page. Thanks to all who actually read this junk
Why do I walk on eggshells around you
How can I be twisted so much it feels good
Why do you seem so hard to reach and read for me
What in the world am I still here for?
All these unanswered questions, yet my outlook seems promising
This is not where my comfort zone lies
I falter with the unknown...
This is just not the way that I am!
Yet... I'm here. longing for it... wanting it...
I want to run...
I feel the need to hide myself from you
I refuse to set myself up for my own demise
I want to fight off the gravity you have around me
I am torn and so content, confused and so determined.
I have no idea what tomorrow holds
Somehow my future seems remarkably bright yet blurred
Clarity, my most intangible prize
My hope and faith my only rewards
Thank you for the time you gave me
I hope to make the most of all that I am given
Blessed better than imagination could create, you gave to me
And, as we look toward the end, however long you allow
I will be glad I was put there, and proud that you were with me.
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