Moving On
When I confront my loneliness
And look it in the eye
My independence seems like
Such a waste of time
My joys and my sorrows
Are shared by only me
And I question the purpose
Of my struggle to be free
I'm not sure I've defined
The web that's been protecting me
There's just something about
All those fears that are affecting me
Now here I stand
The cold wind around me
Stripped to my soul
No walls to surround me
Thrown caution to the wind?
No, not really, not quite
Still gathering courage
As well I might
To risk and be vulnerable
To whatever's waiting to start
To allow hope once again
To rest gently in my heart
Copyright © Linda Witt-King | Year Posted 2010
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