Fragile

I’m cold, shivering

Inept and insecure

An inferior imposter

Stumbling on every

Stumbling block.

Still stalling.

Waiting.

On anything

And everything.

Wishing.

I could just push through

My self-imposed boundaries.

Lord, I need a shoulder to cry on!

My own attempts at consolation

Have done a lot more harm than help.

Where did I go wrong? Or even

Where have I gone right?

Those questions can kill.

Lord, just let me cry!

My soul is cold and shivering

As fragile as the thin ice

I’ve made my life.

I’m falling apart every second.

Wondering if I break my mask

Of happiness

Will I ever get it back?

Lord, let me cry.