Lonely and Alone
When I am lonely, I
Dwell on the past,
Numb my mind with television,
Eat too many carbs. I
Feel empty, like a cup unfilled,
Like a child not hugged, like a cat unfed.
I stare at Facebook and Twitter,
Using words, not feeling heard.
More connected, maybe, but not happy.
When I am lonely, I regret.
I look at photos, wonder what could have been,
Wonder why it wasn’t.
When I am lonely, tears sting,
And I stir late at night in my bed,
Wondering what my future holds.
When I am alone, I create.
I put words to paper, share my ideas.
I will be read, heard one day, as I make words
into music. When I am alone,
music fills my soul, from itunes, and the
depths of my mind.
Wine might help me unwind, but it’s not
When I am alone, I read. I go to
New worlds in my mind, wonder
what world, what characters I might
once day create.
When I am lonely, I am anxious.
When I am alone, I am a creator
Who lets her muse sing.