Timid of darkness, brave in the light
willing to change, if the day stays bright.
Echo’s abounding, where I dwell, dare
I go look, leaving my shell.
Passions arise deep from within
can they be vented, is it a sin?
When fear comes a calling, silent and
swift, without any warning, the mood does shift.
Looking for completeness, while swallowed by
a hole, can a change of attitude make me whole.
While standing naked in an emotional storm
will a kindly word help make me warm.
The way ahead looks long and narrow
mood is lifted by a chirp of a sparrow.
Surrounded by many, but feeling alone
the cold of isolation freezes the bone.
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