It is almost time to write the letters;
those who I want to share with,
those who I need to talk with,
but most importantly,
the very few I must free my soul from

The anchor of my past still
rots all hope I fight to
have for my life…

There is a reason I am still here;

The omens keep nagging
and the abyss keeps waiting…

af

(written with pen on paper)