My strength is dwindling fast;

I feel like an outcast.

I can no longer walk, let alone run;

my life has gone down like the sun.

But I must keep trying to push through;

even if crawling is my only glue.

I must not give up this fight;

I need to hang on with all my might.

The truth exists somewhere deep within;

that can free me from the trap I’m in.

Back and forth and all around;

but my real voice hasn’t been found.

I seek peace, but the truth I fear;

the truth I have avoided year after year.

My strength is fading fast;

the truth never lasts.

It’s hard to not give up on me;

but I must depend on crawling if I ever want to be free.

So much confusion, so much pain;

it’s enough to make me go insane.

I know healing will only come with truth,

but how to find the answers, I wish I knew.

I will keep crawling to find the light;

even when the truth is not in sight.

It’s my only hope, it’s all I can do;

It’s the only way I can get through.

Connor