There are people to help..

​God puts you in places where you can receive help,
You may not believe in those words, despite the lack of belief and a need to ‘yell’
How many times did I fell.

I lost my Father, my best friend as nothing seems to have been the same
I am in a comfy room writing this poem 
Yet these are words I am trying to understand where I am going.

I write to ask for forgiveness a place I cannot see,
I pray to be with God and the people who are no longer here,
They were of good stock, yet it is God who I often fear. 

I miss you guys, 
I miss the way you stood up when odds were against, 
I am trying my best to be myself, as no longer stand on the fence.

Jason
14th March 2026