Poem about Being Alone

09/09/2012 at 5:00 AM Leave a comment

Alone

Always alone, but not really.

Feels so, but I’m being silly.

Surrounded always, by close friends,

And family. But me, who tends?

 –

I am the rock, always steady

To give a hand, always ready.

Never cause worry in others

Listen to their problems, druthers.

 –

They say I’m strong, never worry

That I’ll survive.  To me, blurry.

No one there, upon which to lean.

To expect such, is it so mean?

 –

Not mean, such yearning isn’t cruel.

Imposing maybe, changing rule.

Asking for help, not in make up.

Should learn, be something I take up?

 –

Not want to be told what to do

Just a friend to tell troubles to.

Someone, tell me I’m doing it right,

So I can rest peaceful at night.

June Nash

I believe we are all alone, everyone of us.  We all make decisions that affect our lives.  Delegating to others, the decision process, is also our own choice.  A choice I am not willing to take.  I want to be an active participant in my own life.  The price to pay for this, sometimes, is the feeling of being alone in the world.  

I am not alone, but. . . . 

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Original poetry. Copyright 2012, June Nash

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