Coming Anyway


Coming Anyway

I didn’t want to come, I’ll tell it straight,
My body fought, my mind was late.
Same road again, same inner war,
I asked myself, what am I going for?

I’ve been here dozens, year on year,
Still walking in with quiet fear.
No fire packed, no strength to show,
Just empty hands and debts I owe.

I come with nothing, no good name,
No clever prayer, no holy flame.
What once felt full is cracked and thin,
A cup that leaks from every sin.

I tried alone—thought I was strong,
That quiet path didn’t last long.
The work slipped private, soft, and sly,
And truth be told… I started to die.

So here I am, not brave, not new,
Still not knowing what to do.
Years went by, yet here I stand,
Still learning how to take a hand.

I didn’t come to fix or teach,
Didn’t come with Light to preach.
I came because I couldn’t stay
One more day the ego’s way.

And truth be known—this cut me deep—
I don’t come now for what I keep.
I come because the friends still breathe,
Because their lack still pulls on me.

If they fall, I fall as well,
No private heaven, no private hell.
Their heart is where my prayer must live,
Their strength the only thing I give.

So take this nothing that I bring,
This tired will, this broken thing.
If Light appears, let it be found
Between our cracks, on common ground.

I didn’t come because I’m sure,
I came because there is no cure
Except this place, this Ten, this cry—
To come together… or pass by.

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