I like to be alone, but,
What if I had no one?
Floating in space, no link,
By nothingness, overcome.
Solitude I cherish, but,
What if I become lost?
Make a wrong turn upon a path,
My goals of peace, for nought?
I’d rather stay to myself, but,
What if it’s not about me?
Hiding the chance to share my light,
And give love to those in need…
Taking a moment alone,
I consider being by myself.
Solitude at hand,
I need to get out of me for a spell…
The sight of human suffering,
The sound of another’s pain.
I feel such angst, over my minimal power,
To bring about much needed change…
Suffering, like flourishing blossoms,
From foundational, fertile soil.
Petals fall like tears from swollen eyes,
Turmoil and distress are nourished and toiled.
There’s a world of hurting souls,
Yet many a closed eye remain.
The wilting and fallen are often ignored,
Perpetuating heartache’s stains.
Water, sunlight, and tending,
Compassionate hands for healthy growth,
Prayers, time, and giving,
Sharing love can ease pain and give needed hope…