Thursday, October 4, 2012

Drifting By

In the presence of others
     yet separated from them...alone
               distant.

The hurt filling the inside
     building the wall even higher
               guarded.

Sitting on a vacant log as a child
     watching the clouds drifting by
               crying.

Revisiting the vacant log as a woman
     watching life drifting by
               hiding.

Being a dreamer both then and now
     even when dreams and the heart
               break.

In the presence of others
     yet separated from them...alone
               distant.

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