The presence of the other

At first I am asking for the day to come so I can go on.

The day came and everything seemed to stop.

The presence...

It is the presence...

I am not ready!

I wasn't prepared.

I am getting along slowly.

I am fine.

But then again the presence caught me unguarded.

I can feel a knife slicing within me.

I am just not ready yet.

But I have no say. Things happened already.

There is no turning back.

Waaaaahhhhhhh!

This is torture! This just has to STOP!