I found this poem really made me think and feel like the writer was looking directly into my soul.
Desperately weary
From life’s trudgery
And drudgery,
I wandered to escape
The numbness of my heart
And the heartlessness
That had become my cup.
Wandered I aimlessly
Until upon a ruin
I happened upon.
Entering, I felt uneasy peace.
My eyes closed in weariness
And in my dream
Heard I a voice:
“Why came you here?”
My reply:
“To find rest.”
The Voice, deep and commanding, spake:
“Get thee hence, for peace resides not here!”
My heart sank.
Again came the voice, softer this time:
“Why came you here?”
My reply:
“To find comfort.”
The voice didst boom in command:
“Get thee hence, for comfort resides not here!”
My spirit was weary.
A third time came the voice,
This time a whisper:
“Why came you here?”
My reply was tinged with tears and struggle:
“To find forgiveness.”
The voice, gently replied:
“My child, Et ego te absolvo a peccatis tuis in nomine Patris, et Filii, et Spiritus Sancti.
Go now absolved, and be free.”
My soul didst find wings and fly.
Next dawn, my lifeless shell was found within the old structure.
My heart was stopped.
My spirit died.
My soul had flown to freedom.
And my face bore a smile of peace
For the first time.
On The Other Side Of Darkness 
Yes, there is peace and divine rest in death. I so look forward to that. You are still here though, for a reason. I know I’ve said it before, let others be your strength right now, as you heal. You are not alone.
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Daily I am learning and doing things that ‘normal’ people do. I feel SO socially awkward so I seem to be off putting.
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The thing is, a lot of people feel socially awkward. We are just masses of insecure bundles of nerves getting by with certain masks on. And I am sure you are probably too hard on yourself as well.
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