"Scary thoughts are entering me. I don't know where they're coming from, nor do i know what it is. My stomach is bubbling like an Alka- Seltzer Fizz. Thoughts are racing, my mind is increasing with so many memories of yesterday. Will my past stop allowing me to enter tomorrow? This i can only pray. Strength of the mind was taught to me years ago. Teachings from my Father, and Military gave me a life i'm very much proud that it shows. Then why can an invisible power try to shake the insides of me? Can it be a portion of being lonely that i'm refusing to see? I must stay active to fight back this threat. Stay closer to Family, and Friends, that would be my best bet."
This was a feeling i had inside of me yesterday, but the gift of a Poet sits with his or her thoughts then writes of how human problems can be solved, not only for ourselves, but for all to see. To the Lonely. It's only the last 12 words of this poem that just might heal you. God Bless, Michael...