Poetry

I Hate Feeling This Alone

I hate feeling this alone.
I can’t talk to anyone close because I feel like a burden.
I’m in a dark hole and I can’t see the light this time.

I’m happy and feeling a sensuous glow,
The days of yellow ember slither across my face.

There was one cold day, in particular, that I vividly remember that affected me deeply. It was when the wind would blow and I’d feel…

You sit there calm cool collective
A gentle smile presents itself
Open to the thought of connecting
But constantly on guard.

I wonder where to start
This is not the story of my life
This is a story that has so many things in it