I call upon the strength that is not showing,
to take me off the path I should not be going.

Like and arid field that's struck with drought,
seems my motivations has also done without.

It's doubt against facts,
a storm in the calm,
and a prism of grey.

Weak with strength,
confused with certain,
lost in where I stay.

I feel so uncertain, when it should be ever so clear.
Yet my confidence fades, when no one is near.

A few more days gone, of just feeling depleted.
Perhaps soon, I'll be somewhere I'm needed.

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Sorry, not always the type to be blunt with myself. But if you need a rough translation... I'm feeling oddly miserable. Sometimes value and purpose can be such fickle fleeting things despite what should be obvious to show likewise. I mean no offense to those how have shown support and cared before... sometimes things just get complicated and can't be avoided.

My very best to you all.