All It Really Means Poem by Nathan Beery

Maybe, I'm just another tortured soul-
Maybe, that's all it really means,
When life goes to hell and everything shatters-
Maybe, that's all it really means,
Maybe, I'm all alone, running, pushing, hiding-
Maybe that's all it really means,
I've been told there is a future bright, but really...
I don't see it, it's been encaptured, eclipsed, by this dark night,
Maybe, that's all there really is...
Maybe, I am what I think I am-
And, maybe, that's all it really means,
Maybe, I'm all alone, and maybe I should be-
And... Maybe, just maybe, I wish I could forget,
What it means to be me, even just for a bit,
Maybe, I could run, and never look back,
Maybe, the pain never really ends, never comes to cease,
And maybe, I lose and am lost,
And, maybe, I'm not sure-
How much of me there is left-
And maybe, I'm afraid, yet not of this certain death...
But of this life,
And maybe, that's all it really means...
And maybe I'm still afraid of that open door...
And maybe I'm terrified to lose anymore,
And maybe I want to take it all back
And maybe I want to run away forget it all and never ever come back this dreaded way-
And maybe, even though I'm here... just maybe,
There's also a shred of light, I've been told is there,
And maybe that's all it really means,
Being hit, and shouldering that too, being hurt, and losing too,
And getting up, and going on, and maybe there's a little
Left for me, and maybe, I'll keep going on,
And Maybe that's all it really means,
Just maybe there's something, left to become of me...