What is Better?

And who decides where, when, and why it is that?

Is it because I am up here reading what I often believe is crap?

Because my whole life I’ve survived all the plight, and people believe I should just be alright.

And now I am here asking for help in saving my life.

It seems in this process of asking I see…

I am not the only one, no matter how alone it my seem.

And if I can take those baby steps and use them, one, two, three.

Then I’ll take a wave from the Waters Edge, ride it, not fight it, and learn, live, and grow.

And be free from the desolation that seems to be ME.