28 April 2012

Alone.
Never when you want to be
Always when you don’t

So much to fix
To admit
To beg forgiveness for

Alone.
With your guilt
Your shame
Your fear

Fear
That maybe this time
You’ve been found
For the wretch you’ve always feared inside

Not good enough
Or fast enough
Too scared
Too weak

Hold on too tight
Suffocate or thoughtlessly
Destroy

No number of words
No number of apologies
No number of promises
Will undo my mistake

Only the resolve
To change
To strengthen
That which is weakest in me

But fear grips me—
fear that I’ll fail
fear that everyone I love
will see me as the fraud
I so frequently worry I am.