A Walk in the Dark

It's always this sense of hopelessness

The skills I have or lack thereof

Everything is less than good enough

Longing for a sense of creativity

Insecure in myself and my abilities

As though in the self there is a rift

An endless void, a bottomless abyss

A wounded heart, a bisecting scar down the middle

No medicine known to man can heal this

Innately disconnected at the seams

Though life is never like my dreams

For I am but the stepping stone

An aid to others but not the self

Painfully fearful of an impending death

However you will not go alone

I am with you when you walk in the dark

The prison, barring nothing than your heart

I shall carry your burdens on my back

Able to mend what has been cracked

I shall never deny you a path to me

For nowhere else will you find a love so free