Saturday, April 18, 2009

Lost

When will I break out of this shell? When will I be free? When will I be comfortable in my own skin? I want to break out; I'm on the verge, but I can't. Every time I get close, close to breaking forth, I clam up, shut down, keep the world around me out. It's so lonely in here, but it's safe, familiar. Why would I want to leave? I need to, this shell has nothing to offer me. If anything, it holds me back, prevents me from doing so much. One day, I will shine through, but until that day comes, what shall I do?

It hurts, and I feel lost. I'm stumbling through life, seemingly afraid of everything, of nothing.

There is one solution, and only one. Prayer. I forget sometimes Who my refuge is. There is no way I can get through this on my own.