Am I Wrong?

Am I wrong?

Stripped of my modesty, Stripped of my worth

I drown in the depths of my chagrins

Am I wrong?

How incompetent I must be

The agony from wounds I am barely subsisting

My heartstrings heavily heaving such hell

Oh how luminous! Oh how alluring!

The golden glowing rays of genuine embracement

The everlasting warmth of sympathy

The sun speaks, Carry on! Carry on! Carry on!

From such extraneous entities

The uttermost pleasurable gift

Is the gift of living