smalled

Hiding between each sliver of hope that comes my way. Truthfully, I am still afraid. Sometimes being a man feels so incredibly small. I am without equal. I’m just a zero. Terrified and terrible all the same. Do I pick myself up and fly? Or do I keep on going, in hopes I’ll grow or be hidden away in shame? Can’t even put my finger on it. No idea where I’m going and no destination, but I’m walking out the door.