New Life

I guess I'm doing pretty well.
I don't know for sure. It's so hard to tell.
I get by each day, although it's tough and tight.
I work at everything with all my might.

I started to do things on my own;
by myself; completely alone,
and each and every breath I take
fills my heart and lungs with ache,

and I yearn to be held and kissed,
and I wonder if I'm even missed,
but I don't want to need someone;
be emotionally tied to anyone.

My life, as me, has just begun.
I hope that means the worst has come.

November 30, 1997