The sadness can be overwhelming,
The anger can get too loud,
and fear causes sweat drops to pour,
when I’m feeling alone in a crowd.
But then a vaulted bulwark,
rushes in to save the day –
I stop caring about the answers,
to questions I can no longer pray.
The ache is far from resolved,
but I’m now a party of one,
and what’s scares me more than facing the pain,
is how dangerous it is to be numb.