How to Live

I sat by myself alone in the dark

afraid it would consume me.

I felt a fear, a fear so loud

I thought that it might kill me.

I called out into the universe

hoping someone might hear me cry.

But no one came to answer me

and for years I haven't known why.

But then there was love.

Powerful, mighty, strong.

Now I know the time I spent alone

was because I was living wrong.

This poem is about: 
Me

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