I am hurting wondering
Where to go and be & what is possible being me
Worrying constantlyÂ
It is the whispers of the wind that gives me solaceÂ
& the touch of sun rays of my faceÂ
but I am too tired to make an effortÂ
With these to do list growing thingsÂ
People I thought I loved become strangers
& people I truly love are far away
















