Feeling alone for some reason,
Just about ready to gasp my last air,
Drowning in a sea of despair and ire,
Floating only because God lets me.

I cannot understand the next steps,
Get nervous and lose control when I feel,
Oh to not feel and be cold to one's feelings
Its a blessing and a curse that I do not possess.

So I was made to feel, to cry, to laugh, to love.
I was made to endure, resist, fail, suceed.
I was made to contemplate, to destroy, to build, to undo.
As the life that I was given is weak as thin ice and as strong as black coffee.

I take a sip of it and I am already feeling sick and better.
Digesting what this world wants me to do and feeling the joy of being me.
I do not possess treasures or fortunes or fame.  However, I possess something better.
Something locked deep inside, that keeps me going, that thing called soul.

jalc 2/11/04