To borrow from Langston Hughes -
"Life for me ain't been no crystal stair."
A hard life makes one
wary
     skeptical
         apprehensive.
Not to mention, writing leaves me
raw
    exposed
       vulnerable.
So I ran - breakneck speed
    from HP
        from FB
            from life.
Back to the solitude of my hide away
in the country....
     and my own mind.
        never to be heard from again,
             or so I thought.
For the first time in my life
   I may have gotten lucky.
A friend cared enough to point out
    my misstep.
I let fear get the better of me...
    I can't make any guarantees, but
           I will try to be stronger.