But not quite Yet.
I’m beseiged by thoughts that are masked as Shame and Regret. Where is my life? Where is my mind? Things once so clear have become but a blur in the wind. My mind turning like a top only once in a while to steady its vision. When will it stop? When will it stop?
Come into focus again my soul, for I know you are good, and I know you are not far off. Come that I may see and smile into your eyes my child. Disturbed but not found wanting; only a holding breath to surface once again.
But not quite yet;
Do Not Forget!