I sit here alone

with the company of my soul.

Together we cry tears of shame

and shiver from the cold.

My heart is restless but tired,

my spirit has grown old and torn.

I sit alone with fears in my midst

and a strength weak and scorned.

It matters not how the world

moves about without my life.

I sit alone with silence beside me

while hope follows me behind.

At times of struggle,

I yearn to be set free

from the chains around my wrists

and the anchor at my feet.

Don't wake me, I'm not dreaming

for reality is endlessly felt.

These are the times, of loneliness and wrath

when I yearn to be alone from myself.

1997