Some days I feel that I need a shelter. Protection. Something to block all the things that come flying at me full force. Because when I think I can handle situations in my own strength, I ultimately fail. I fall silent and my body aches from my wasting away. But I am stubborn and believe that I can shelter myself from life's storms. Everytime I am wrong and I must seek out someone or something to protect me from myself. Is it simply because of pride? Yes. My pride drowns me in a sea of doubt and frustration. Where is my harbour of safety? My shelter in the time of storm.
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