Coming Anyway

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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.