I need a counsellor, I need a helping hand, an assuring touch, a deep warm voice. I need forgiveness, hope (to speak in a relevant way) a hug, a shoulder, a help.
Protection, strength.
There's always an end. End to the good, end to the bad.
Fill. Filled with?
Good or bad, I'm reaching wits end. Not that I'm feeling worse than I ever did, nor issit that circumstances are worse, but.
I've reached the end of the rope so many times, and everytime it is not the end. I guess I can say that in itself is a blessing. Stronger conviction, a more pained heart. More faith, more crushed.
Well I've diversified to what I've been expressing. On a secular (nothing actually issint spiritual but..) note, I might be at my wits end.
An end to my wits end. Hey there just made a pun.
Walking on to conquer my own life. Walking on in the blessed land among blessed people. Walking on with all that'll never be mine. Walking on with whom I might have never known. Walking on knowing its not the end to this wits end. Walking on knowing it could be the darkest tunnel I've ever come thru. So dark I can't even see a tinge of glow, there's no end. And if there is, there's no end to darker and darker tunnels of no end.
End. Wheres the end?
