When I Feel Alone

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  • GypsyWoman
  • is at home with a cold! thinking of writing something...searching for inspiration...

When I Feel Alone

When I feel alone I think about this.
Where have I come to and where have I been?

When will the cycle stop washing whirlwinds of sin and oblivion
So that I may finally dry my eyes, and open them to find the light
Sequentially proper, without haste, to find comfort in my basketcase
See I once was a little girl with candy-coated dreams of the world
The taste so sweet that defeat could never inhabit my means
Laughing and playing, making ice-cream cones in a bubble bath
Yeah. My family never told me THAT happiness would last
I guess it's all just as well.
I held onto that until life forced me into this trip:
And I fell
Hit the floor hard too.
I guess looking back
I shouldn't have wanted to know what I never knew
When I feel alone, I think about this.
I reminisce on the days when I couldn't wait to awaken
Although it was sometimes hard to acheive the peace of sleep
The morning sunlight was a spoonful of ease I had no problem taking
Open up wide and let the rays bake my bare skin
I had nothing to hide

Nothing to run from, nothing to cry for

Except then, when I hit the floor
I merely ended up with a scraped knee
Even though the alcohol burned, it was healing
And I went back to dealing with the tasks at hand
Building castles in the sand and splashing in the bliss of life, untainted
Yeah, I miss those days.
When I feel alone, I think about this.
And even with all the memories of things that pleased me
I still have to ask myself, "Where have I been?"
When was the shroud of broken desires bought and
What was I doing when I should have fought the buyer?
The price was too high and now, I wish I would've kept the receipt
I could stay forever a child in my mind
But the purity would pull me in too deep and
I would drown

Drown in my fears, in my tears, in my life, in my plight
Damn
My rims so blurry I can barely see the light and I can't steer!
I want to revisit the beginning but the end is too near
And I DON'T WANT TO THINK ABOUT THIS!
But I know that to move on, I must carry-on
This flight
A single small suitcase containing nothing breakable
Nothing that might crack or spill
No anger, despair, and nothing against my will
And I will arrive safely at the pretense of my past
Vast in courage, in faith, and in this light I will bask
Until the next rainy day relapse coaxes me to express that;
When I feel alone, I think about this.

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SILKYTWEED commented on When I Feel Alone

10-22-2009

Outstanding Write (Bravo....clapping)....also I believe this to be a cleansing write as I felt relief in the words you have shared....we have all been there and visit often still....so it ain't just me...(smile)....Thanks for sharing! Great work!

A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.

Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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