I think I have worn a hole in my soul.
Here, right here, a gaping hole.
I feel the cold wind rush in and settle.
I wonder if Clotho will loan me some thread?
Maybe the Norns will be so good as to give me a needle?
Will there be pain when the needle sinks in?
Is the hole too big to mend?
Will God notice the damage?
Do I mend it myself or find a good tailor?
I am torn
Indecision, hesitation muddle causing frustration.
There is no one else.
For better or worse.
I am my own surgeon.
I am my own nurse.