Alone
I was on the borderline of begging.
But that’s embarrassing isn’t it?
When I stopped asking for help-
There was a bit of apologizing.
So that we could all move on.
One day, I will be able to rise again.
But not until I face the crisis that I am destined to face alone.
Copyright © Angelica Tao | Year Posted 2022
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