I don't know how to be alone
I burn the back of my skull
with light from thousands of tiny spots
words that blur, pictures, contorted people

I am afraid.
There is no cure for cowardice.
Which is the safest option?
Will I cling to the old
or embrace the new?
Both scare me.

And I don't have a choice.
I haven't for some time.
And I'm okay with that.