Rock

I bury my self
In the sounds
only heard in side my walls
and to that voice
that knows me best
That which i transcribe
here in words are
somewhat inadequate.

A Future waits
but not for me
and sometiems I cry
sometimes I wonder
why I need to
get out of this
compartment.
My hope is gone
and my will ...
do i still have the will ?
The will to leave it all behind
and get on with
what is present
before me now ?

Will you...
take my hand
through the fears
through the anger
through the sadness..
help me to swim
help me to be a rock?