Lost among the broken
(By Rob Haile)

Spend the days wondering,
What to do.
Where to go.
Who to be.

This is not of the routine.
Not of the mornings.
Not of the habits.
Not of the coming and goings.

This is about the real questions.
Those which burn one soul into dark spaces.
I feel those questions inching closer.
Closer and closer by the day.
I lay hopeless with no answers.
With all but nothing to say.

Hope is not lost.
Freewill exists upon my mind, body and soul.
It seems the only thing is...

The courage to become once and for all.
The courage to nurture my broken parts,
And to look forward to the bright future I hold.

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