Inner Me

Born in sin
Shaped in iniquity
A product of the environment
Of lies and injustice
Who can we run to?
Who can be trusted?
You, me, anyone at all?
To deny oneself happiness due to fear
Fear of the unknown
Even worse,
Fear of the known
Wanting to hope and believe
With nothing to hang onto
What to do is the question
Stay?
Run?
Tell?
Hide?
Uncertainty looms
Hope abounds