Category : Poems

Sub Category : N/A

At times, I hold my head high above the heavens for moving onwards through the jungle of isolation. 

I have companions who I speak with more often, yet I can't shake the fact, the ever growing rage in my skull. 

I have progressed past isolation much too slow, nearing the end of my year at the facility, I have gained many companions.

I have done this much too slow.

Isolation had bit down on my neck and drunk my pumping energy I used to have. 

I had slain the beast now, but I had done this much too slow. 

I am angered by such realization, yet I am quite frightened.

Frightened because what if such a scenario like this carries itself to the next year? 

Will it further carry itself to my higher education? 

Will it pump through my veins and overhaul my skull to leave me as a frightened canine during a thunderstorm, afraid to venture out from under the table and into the open world?

Angered fills my skull, fear pumps into my heart, but I find the light at the end of the tunnel:

The light that I have at least made progress to exit my shell, the shell that had been an anchor to true happiness.