I cry. Often I feel alone. My emptiness, I’ve rarely shown. Hours my eyes have stared out windows. Troubled with painful thoughts of the unknown. I'm like a candle that ignites quickly. The light wind blows me out silently. Your Law is wisdom I glean. Putting to death the parts of me not free. I am learning to see. The pain I'm suffering is a gift you've hidden in me. I keep discovering this down on my knees, while thanking you for making this, me.