Comfort is a thousand miles from what we’re meant to be 
Teeter on the edge of severe anxiety 
Fingertips along the edge of the cliff face 
Reminding us of the space in which we need to pace 

Only when we face ourselves can we truly know 
Who we are and the way we need to truly grow 
Interactions will be paper thin until we find 
The depth beyond our own ego, the pulp within our mind 

And trust when we sort ourselves,
love with all our heart 
Love will come in all the ways 
Fulfill our soul, love smart.