Sometimes I feel like something is wrong with me,
Or things are not what they’re supposed to be.
I am like an upside down cereal bowl.
I keep all the negative out- I lock up my soul,
But the cereal and milk cannot flow inside.
All the nutrients and blessings flow around me outside.
I need to trust others and set my life right.
I need to be confident and not fear the bite
Of the ones out to hurt, to deceive
Or the pain of the loss of loved ones who stealthily leave.
I hope the blessings of my soul overflow
Like seeds that fruitfully grow
That my words may not be empty words on a page
So the slaves to sadness around me can be released from this cage.
However insecure I may secretly be,
I hide behind this curtain in order to protect me.