When I am alone, I question my life. It teases and it taunts me.
I sometimes find I’m drifting and trying to understand the hazy vision out of reach.
It’s always slightly out of sight, where darkness hides the life’s light.
I often wonder if I’m truly worthy of the life I’ve been blessed.
I struggle to bring clarity, to focus through the haze, to understand it all.
While questions bring no solitude, each incident, each moment passed, adds to the next.
There is a part of me that feels different,
something that I can’t quite see,
something that I can’t quite feel.
I have known and faced many trails. I search through days that have been hard and so unreal.
I ride this roller-coaster of emotions as I try to make it through another day.
But this ‘thing’ is always there. I feel so lost and sad at times, angry and unforgiving.
Whatever it is, whatever caused this feeling, as confused as I feel now, perhaps I make it harder.
No matter the obstacle, every day holds promise, never knowing why.
I think the hardest part is, can we ever truly know and understand it all.
Jan,,I am happy to see you published once again,,you deserve this sweet one!!!
No we cant Jan.
N wow such a powerful point of view. i loved the way you combined emotions to write this… Job well done.. much love girl n respect.. holla
You are starting to scare me Jan…our writing and thinking are so similar…although not such a bad thing at all…