Saturday 3 March 2012

A Happy Poem

I would write about being alone,


About, finding yourself and or falling apart.


Making mistakes and starting again.


At some point, I stopped.


Today,


I sat at my desk


And I very seriously thought -


Where is my pain?


I must need to write it?


Put it on paper


Read it.


Then!


I realised....


I sat, and I thought and then


I saw that, I am no longer alone.


There was nothing to write,


No feelings came.


No one is there.


Alone is not there.


Isis



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