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Myself

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In the ache of loneliness

I learned to love myself.

In learning to love myself

I have found a peace

No human can offer.

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She Asks For Nothing

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She asks how you are doing.

You have a short 

Conversation,

The whole time

Her heart screaming inside her

Chest,

“I am so lonely.

So goddamn lonely.”

Her brain holding the dam straight and strong against

The welling of tears.

And she laughs.

She hugs you

A little longer than you feel comfortable so

You let go

And 

“Let’s catch up soon”

And she glances to the ocean.

The ocean who is always calling.

And she thinks how much she longs to go to her.

“The ocean will hold me as long as I need

And stroke my tangled hair.”

She asks for nothing

In return.

“And i do not need to speak.

I walk on to where i need to go

Leaving the ocean for

Now.

She waits for my return.”

Her heart beating morse code,

Begging,

Wait for me. Wait for me.

Summer Ran

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Crunchy leaves
brown, orange, yellow
Under my feet.

I

try to step lightly
But
It is no use.
The bench is empty,

Waiting for my company.
The swing set too

Swings so lonely.
Rusty bolts add color to the gray.
The schoolchildren
Are tending to books
Now.
I am trying to count the clouds
But
They join into one and block the sun.
Summer;
Summer
Ran away.

All of Me For Me

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For so many years I hid bits of myself.
I tucked
My favorite Legos in the floorboards,

In the house where the gun went off.

Hoping someday someone would find them and

Create something admirable.

I wrote my name in nooks
And secret places hoping someday
Someone would read me;

My book.

I placed my voice in a jar
And put it in a corner
Hoping someday
Someone would find it,

Open
It and hear me;

My song.

I am going back and collecting these bits of me
Myself.
For I know my worth now
And those bits are too lovely to keep hidden

In dark places;

Too lonely to wait any longer

Simply wishing to be found by another.

All of me for me.

When It’s Raining

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She only comes out

When it’s

Storming.

The raindrops embrace

Her tears.

She only comes out

When it’s

Raining.

The thunder hides

Her cries

As she trembles in

Fear.

She only smiles

At clouds

And butterflies.

Likes the sun in her eyes.

And now

She’s standing at the bus stop

Laughing out loud.

You see,

 She knows no one else

Can

See the Angels

Keeping company

With the

Lonely people

As they

Pass her by.