Not even life-threatening, this thing that aches me. But it scares me more . I asked each one of the people that love me to hold my hand, but they each could not. So I guess I'm going it alone. I don't know why I'm scared, but I am.
Maybe, sometimes, even the ocean runs dry. Mountains tumble down. I wish I had someone to hold me up and fill my cup. But I don't. I pray that someday I will.
So I'll just find a way to get by. I always do.
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