Procedures

If I am alone, I must stay focused.

Bundled up tight so that I remain productive.

I must be strong, valiant, and cobble together assurances.

When I allow myself any room to feel the need for loving support, I simply fall apart.

For I am very hurt.

Too injured.

Yet, I am the ons in charge of navigating myself through perilous seas to find my own safe harbors.

What will become of me in these processes?

Sometimes I cry.

Mostly, I want to scream.