Across the great divide
I stand alone
With my memories
Lost in time.
Bitter tears falling
From swollen red eyes
Into shallow lakes
That floods my soulscape.
My soul scattered
In all directions
By the 4 winds
That blow across me.
Falling ever deeper
Into the depth of despair
Which threatens
To destroy me.
Reliving a past
Best forgotten
So long repressed
In self-hatred
And recrimination.
Where my needs
Have become
A living nightmare
That poison my spirit.
Daring to dream
A different reality
For myself
And my body.
Crossing boundaries
Physically and spiritually
So long denounced
As societal taboos.
In chasing
Hopes and dreams
That speak of acceptance.
Therisa © 2019
Author's note: Written for Poets United midweek motif (March 27, 2019), using the word prompt: solitude.
