Questions

Through fire and rain, I bear this pain, Due to my emotional strain, My reputation holds disdain. How can I repair it? How do I begin to feel worth it? While friends who bear no sins, Begin filling coffins. Where do I turn? I see no bridges, I have yet to burn, Only window ledges. To be or not to be, Is no longer the question, To be blind or to see, Is the question's reinvention. For some it is as simple, As standing upon a stool, To fall and make a ripple, Or to remain in life's stagnant pool.