I face my days with so much self-doubt.
I wonder if I can make it,
if the day I meet you might come too late.
I don’t know who you are,
nor where you come from,
but I already wish for you.
Time beats down upon me with so much fervor,
down and down I go,
feeling that Time is justified,
that I deserve this punishment.
That if I survive I will be absolved of guilt,
saved from the pains of my solitude.
Though I do not think I deserve any happiness,
and I fight any bit that might come my way.
Which is why I think I may have missed you.

© Johanna Fugitt 2017