I am on the outside always looking in
Will I ever be more than I’ve always been.
I find myself repeating this phrase time and again
Because I don’t have faith in me to let go of few old things that are dread.
I keep on pondering whether the worldly pleasures are even meant to be in my life
For I always feel dry and fragile.
The old habits always have a tight grasp but I wish every single night that no longer they may last.
My soul frequently finds itself in guilt that tends to attract anxiety with no pursuit of calmness
Fear embraces me all the damn time that makes me aware of the voidness in life.
Who am I supposed to expect who’d swipe up all the drama out of my life
For the inner Me demands not the fragments but the wholeness in life……

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