Never learning to live in the moment is one of my biggest flaws. 
Never being daring enough or carefree enough to cast all worry aside.
I imagine its the gap in my armor, weakness in my faith - hole in my heart. 
But what can be done?
I am a broken wounded thing....a bird without wings, I cannot fly
I am afraid of heights
I worry too much that I might fall
But what can be done??
My thoughts no longer pacify me
Don't satisfy me
Can't inspire me
But what can be done???
Instead I sit down & watch others living the life that I wish were mine
Still
in my lonely refuge of worry
I shrug & ask myself
But what can be done????