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Momma I'm afraid.  I'm afraid that I'll use up all of my time

on earth and not have anything to show for it.  I'm afraid that

I'm looking up from the middle of a bottomless pit of anger and

depression. Each minute, each hour, each day I spend alone feels like psychiatric sessions with no doctor around, just me, my sounds, and two fists full of regret for

all of the things that I feel I'll never accomplish.



I'm more afraid of this than I was the ocean as a child. It was

that shark movie that made me idle at the beach and yet; each

time we went I was drawn closer and closer to the crashing of

the waves.  God saves right Momma?  Why is it that I can't seem

to have a normal life with a loving wife and a home to call my

own?  Sometimes I feel like I'm alone in a room full of people.

Momma, what does that mean?



Why does it seem that even now as I look to my event horizon, I

see a storm brewing and it feels as though all that I've been

doing all of my life is running from one dark cloud to take

cover under another?  My anchors in these storms have been my

sister, and my brother for whom I thank you for my mother, but;

in my adulthood I have had no true lover, no true significant

other who could help me discover who I really am inside.  Momma

in whom should I confide?  Momma I can't look to you anymore to

provide but without your help momma, my wings won't glide.  



My fears moan lonely tunes from all of the crooners in the

world.  I have no love, no life, no girl to tell me that I

should be strong.  Sometimes I wonder if I'm doing something

wrong to offend the almighty but if I did, in the night he

wouldn't give me these visions right momma?  He wouldn't con-

tinue to give me decisions right momma?  He would stop making

provisions, wouldn't he momma?  



I'll keep on going momma because I believe that he has some-

thing special for me.  I believe that there is more for me to

see.  I believe there is more for me to be.  I found out today

that I'm a mystic momma.  There were dying people that I

assisted momma and my daughter had a scratch and I kissed it

momma.  But still, the sign for where I'm supposed to go....

I think I passed it momma.