There is a madness born of fear
A path unteathered to reason’s core
Finding myself is not what I thought
And the darkness wins again.
I can despair because I know hope
More than if I did not
Yet in this storm so tossed about
I feel both hope and rot.
But how could I ever learn to trust
(Freely and on my own)
If I were not in frightening places
Let’s see how I have grown…