....ginamarina's world....


Seeing things in triplicate

Wondering about the green grass

Unable to see it through the snow

Am I destined to be alone?

Do I enjoy it too much?

Have I become too selfish?

I don't realize my own worth

Or the worth of others to me.

Yet I do know that worth

I suppose I'm afraid,

I know the security

And it feels nice

Except no guarantees

No keys fitting locks

Will I ever trust

Fully, wholly, completely?

Do I doubt my own love?

Or the love of others?

Why is the question here now?

I think I, I, I, I, I tripped.