Have I any worth?
Am I worthy of this life?
I am living
But do I matter?
Why is there so much suffering?
Why do I go on
when so many others fall short?
Answers without reason
Questions I don't want to ask
But need to
Standing shaking before
An ocean filled with emotions
Tears abundantly provided
By the memories of the past
Flooded as I step
Quickly drawn beneath
Pulled up as quickly
The waves lift me
As if by some deity's command
Rivers pour
Through cracks upon the canyon
Weathering cracked the land
Thrown into the depths
Never moving
From where we've been cast
I can live now
Or die
By my choosing
My life is in my hands
