“Alone” she said, “I wait” And I could actually relate Her to a bird with broken wings, Caged to a word with broken hope Crying out loud in what she sings, Staged against the backdrop Of blight disparity.
“Alone” she said, “and I hate” Ah! The pain when she did state Her lips quivered Her eyes wavered, Perhaps I noticed a stray tear, Or perhaps, was she afraid In a slight quantity.
“I blame myself” she said, “for being me” I saw a woman who wanted to be free An image of a child trapped Image of an innocence chapped Living each day with the pain The fear, loss, and the disdain
A life lost of integrity! A woman without an identity!
When I find myself alone and restless.. My feelings come out to play like children taunting me. Loneliness , worry, sadness, anxiety .. I try to ignore them, i accept the emotions, try to work through them. I talk myself