Alone

 

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there’s a place . . .

made just for me . . .

it’s in the back . . .

in the dark . . .

in an empty corner . . .

it’s my place . . .

they call it alone . . .

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where smiles are never shared . . .

laughter never heard . . .

warm embraces never felt . . .

just emptiness from being ignored . . .

no praise for poetic words . . .

or for the crafted art . . .

alone with haunted thoughts . . .

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beads of salted drops, on my brow . . .

mingling with the flow of my tears . . .

lonely and hard to be comforted  . . .

 I settled in well . . .

to know, to be, and live by faith . . .

takes courage when stress . . .

keeps knocking at my door . . .

learning to be still and be . . .

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©Kimberly Wilhelmina Floria

1/11/16

30 thoughts on “Alone”

  5. The thing about aloneness maybe is the thought that almost every blogger is alone too, some more than others. It’s necessary for the creativity to come through the discomfort and pain of it too. We are all here with you, one and all…

  7. not alone. no phone . no noise poised arms out stretched to the heaven the only one is the supreme being our lord. you are here have some fear but soar to the heights and then alit gently.

              2. Thank you. My video don’t do too well but every now and then I try. I asked my daughter to do one of my poems. She’s young and sexy and she might get me some exposure. But her time doesn’t allow.

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