Abandonment. Terrifies me.

It seems everyone has gone these days, or is in the process of leaving.

Quietly closing the door, hoping I won’t notice.

The rain is still falling, echoing the falling of my tears. Trees, vulnerable and bare mock my own nakedness. Sometimes I’m tired of fighting, tired of surviving, tired of being everything that I am. But, there is no other choice. I exhausted those avenues years ago and am left with only this one…

I guess I’m just tired.