...and worse. (that which is fragile is being shaken)

Try all I want, I can't lock myself away.

I am not as victim to solitude as I'd like to be. I keep getting thrown off track by that which is external and uncontrollable. I use these instances as excuses, as justifiable intimidation. But new lights reveal the rough terrain of those steps immediately before me and although I will not traverse this allotted path with grace, I will not cower as my first reaction, to regret that which is inevitable and exacerbate that which is unknown.

I will keep going.