Must
© W. Scott Grant
May 31, 2002 11:15 pm
What kind of fool am I?
Do I enjoy this pain?
The empty darkness of loneliness?
I must.
I know that love happens.
It is there for me.
Just beyond my grasp, my reach.
It must.
How do I overcome my fear?
Where do I find the courage?
To reach out and take what is mine?
I must.
