Poem By Punk Nona
there have been times like this before,
when I allowed the clouds to surround me and
the fog just wouldn't go away.
When I've been swallowed
whole. All I need is a little light
a little encouragement. I know what I have to do but
I get so overwhelmed with doubt
and sorrow for what I've messed up
I get so very scared. So unsure of
how to deal with my consequence.
I beg to be held yet I
Ask. How do I get out of this hole?
How do I be good? To everybody
Help me. Somebody
get me out.