Pain
I hurt.
Helplessness.
Fear.
Sorrow.
Angst.
Anger.
Alone.
Pain.
No matter my efforts, I feel like this is the end and that there is no change available to someone like me. I'm teetering at the top and I feel like there is an angry mob at the bottom of the pole, screaming at me and scaring me into staying where I am. I'm still taking the plunge.
Will I be like this forever?
Will I be the focus of harsh slander and of crude humor for the rest of my life?
Will the world continue to be so afraid of becoming like me, so much that they shun me from society?
Will others ever be less shallow and see that I have a heart and soul?
Oh, God! I cry out to You with every ounce of timid frustration shielding my soul.
I am full of hypocrisy, yet I run to You, knowing You are the only One that can discern the murky chambers of my agonized heart and mind! Please hear my plea for your intervention and save me from the inauspicious thoughts that plague every fiber of my existence!
This burden is literally too heavy to carry on my own; fear paralyzes my every waking breath.
I am treading water in an abyss of obscure inferno, thirsting for a sliver of light to penetrate overhead.
Please.....please, hear me.