Not So Alone

Life, itself, without some comfort is so scary

I am all alone and all alone must parry

What the world and the Unknown would have me carry

On my shoulders, on my back and in my head.

So I travel round the places I have been

And I cling to what I’ve heard and what I’ve seen

Till the end from everything I must be weaned

And I find what is alive and what is dead.

Should I cower in the corner or take courage

From a faith, a hope, a love that I can share?

Can I step into the dark that does disparage

All the folly that my pride did choose to dare?

Yes, the end will have me naked and so humble

Like the Garden or the womb that I forgot

So I pray that all I am will never crumble

To the forces where I find that I am not.


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