Waterfalling Feelings

Not being an expositor, I cannot assist anyone or teach the ways of life, books explain all tell-tale habits of getting along in this world. Turning always in the same direction, wishing instead to circumscissile this abhorrent life style. When sadness penetrates the edges of longing there is no turning back, the tears will fall heavily, descending on waterfalling feelings. Never gradually rescinding, standing timidly on the exterior of life's horizon, forbidding self to enter. Traps lie along paths, permitting no admittance to the sandy, light-filled shores untouched by the crescent shape of fear and sorrowful pleading. Sinking to depths, unable to reach out, abominable memories thrust their way to the surface refusing to be hidden anymore. Finger poking, prodding the embryonic sac of remembering with curiosity and unsatiable fear. Tears of remorse spill from a heart, salted, burning apart the barrier which has been kept in place so long. Hold my hand as I traverse this ugly state of mind or I will run from it and meet my death for sure. There are no outlets, no easy ways, only to face it will someday erase the pain of living. Walking on a tightrope, no safety net, possibly falling within to meet an inner death, alone, forsaken and left again, when finishing this requirement of life. Nothing more staining this mind's eye, but can one survive this horrible nightmare? Is there enough stamina in reserve to get past all of this sad remorseful past which was once all the life self owned?