Brittle.
Fragile.
I do not have the power to care for someone else, not really.

Batteries low.
Need recharging.
When everyone wants to lean on me, who can I lean on?

Unjust.
Blind.
I am all that, I admit it willingly, and need help opening my eyes, my heart.

Alone.
Small.
I felt like that yesterday, and it hasn't left me, not entirely.

God.
Goddess.
Who are you? Where are you? The one(s) I can lean on today, are you near?