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.
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.