My Soul

I feel so insecure,

So unsettled,

Inside of me,

Like a storm,

Is brewing,

In my soul.

So alone,

So afraid,

With choices,

That must be made.

So hollow,

And empty.

Things are stirring,

Things are changing,

Who am I becoming?

Inside my,

Lonely soul.


Categories: Poetry


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