Scrub until it bleeds,
I can't wash the shadow off,
Nothing to do,
But throw it away.

How close?
I stand at the edge,
Lost like I've never been,
counting the turns,
that led me here.

Alone.
Lost.
Without faith.

It's not God I see,
in the dark below,
Only cold upwelling,
Rising,
Calling.

They'll be okay without me,
A small comfort,
I gave them all my strength,
Left none for myself.

Now they need it,
But its okay,
They're okay.

What waits?
I can't hold up time,
Over-empathizing.
Joy retreats,
Goodbye.