Self-Help Is Cornerstone.

Walking Alone the aisle Caught up in my own cognitive Drenched as I perceive. Nothing around me moved so fast But my thought that affect Shook my conscience abrupt. My friends kept knocking But I failed to hear anything Only me and my thoughts echoing. My family jolted every now and then But I chose to remain in my dungeon confine Since I was stuck in marshy mess. Who can help me, but me? Who can deliver me, but me? Help is all around always I have to learn Which door to open And which door to close, when. I have to learn To love myself So that no harm, I choose But to safeguard myself From every dreaded darkness Prowling like a hungry lion Ready to devour any hour. Written on 15 July 2020,12: 49am