My Sunday Poem … # 25

My Sunday Poem … # 25

There is a fine line between loneliness and solitude. Oftentimes I have crossed over from one side to the other and back again. The trick was in finding someone willing to cross over with me. I realise that now. So I wrote this poem.

The Island

There is an island
Set upon Emotion’s restless sea,
And subject to the winds and storms
Of life and living
We give a face to every waking hour
And dream of being free.

But we know so little of ourselves
We are children lost in a maze of mind
All path and purpose undefined
Aching to be understood
Failing to understand

Though I am weak and weary
And I may stumble on and on
Please take my hand
And know my love is strong.

13 responses to “My Sunday Poem … # 25

  1. Reblogged this on Routine Matters and commented:

    Hello. Good morning. This is today’s post from my other blog over at the 1951 Club. 😊

  2. Poignant and heart felt. I loved it. I also love the art work. Very fitting.

  3. That’s beautiful, so full of accepting the incompleteness and faith!

  4. I am always holding your hand, awake and asleep, alone and together….always beside you….xx

  5. This is wonderful. Thank you!

  6. This is lovely! I’m happy to have found someone who knows how to write and appreciate poetry!

  7. May you soon find that hand that shall never let go. Great poem..

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