We are in a canyon & only a few hikers have
passed us by. Have we come to accept that solace is only found in a few places? Is that why we’re afraid to be on our own?
What if we are never alone. Do we learn life’s greatest lessons while the lives of others are shared?
If no one in your body listens, is there someone truly there?
Does the thought of being the only one make you scared?
I can hear mother earth cleaning the air.
The rain falls like teardrops on my paper. It replaces the real tears I used to cry. I still cry today for many reasons- my emotions cycling like the seasons.
I’ve found other things to be happy about- like the sound of the stream below me. Water hits sun-crusted leaves.
If I could be alone after everyone leaves, I’d be happy I learned.