Contemplating the dark in which I find myself,
fear rises like gorge in my soul. It is ever so
difficult to must the necessary courage to
face it and yet, there are times when i simply
can't. I am faced with those age-old whys . . .
Why me? Why now? Why? Why? Why? And,
alas, the dark doesn't have many positive
responses. Like Don Quijote of yore, fighting
windmills to no avail. To whom do I demand
answers? Is my silent screaming ever heard?
Will I ever find peace of mind in this dark,
dank world? I am so exhausted, so tired.
striving for answers
shivering so in the dark
pray give me courage
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