Rendo, November 22, 2002�For Trish
Supposition:
In order to truly feel
Joy or Pain
One must be alone.
When we are with others,
We are acting.
We learn to blend in.
But, I am alone, now.
Unable to echo my pain,
Against my friend�s brave exterior.
What is there left to do?
So, I run naked through the woods,
And curse the trees.
I kick them with bare feet.
And tear at the lower branches
As I pass on my rampage.
The trees take my abuse,
With solid determination.
They laugh at me as I pass.
Finally Exhausted,
I sit cross-legged on a rock.
And look inward for some relief.
As I sit,
Contemplating my recent insanity,
A ray of light cuts its way through the forest canopy.
The sun works its way down,
Through each branch,
And Touches my brow.
This reminds me,
That I am not alone
copyright:Rendo 2004