In the Wee Hours

So much has changed
That becomes clear
Without the light
To illuminate fear

I cry out in pain
I don’t understand
Please dry my tears
Show me the plan

In a world filled with billions
I stand all alone
Their faces surround me
Without substance or form

In the darkest of hours
I search for my rock
An anchor, a home
A refuge from doubt

Life as a skeptic blocks my belief
Pulls me back, then points to me
Cultivates doubt where once there was none                                                                                  Whispers to me, what have you done?

So safe when transparent
So fragile when seen
It should be easier
This new life of mine

I look down the road
to see what awaits
I’ll live my life fully
leave the rest to my fate

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