“What am I doing here” … [Poetry]

What am I doing here?

A gentle soul…

Searching for protection… But from who?

Desperate for love… finding everything but.

Chaos. Chaos. Chaos.

Where is the peace?

What am I doing here?

There must be a purpose… for my being.

A purpose… for this pain.

I search… and search… and search.

To no avail.

Now I feel stuck… all over again.

Why am I still here?

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xo, Janice Avilla