Lost and Alone.
Loneliness is the most difficult companion anyone will have to contend with in a life time. To realize that it is just you and yourself that truely care the way you need someone to care. A promise unkept is the hardest thing to deal with. A soul longing for companionship. A beautiful soul judged on it's merits then disappointed by the physical. Physical is important only in the smallest of ways. To have a loving and giving heart is what is most important. When you walk down the street or sit in a restaurant and you see beautiful people with ugly. You wonder what is it that could draw him or her to him or her? It isn't the physical. It is the ability to truely care for a soul. To truely appreciate the gentlness and compassion of ones life. To find the strength in a person and draw from that strength. It has everything to do with appreciation rather then greed. The greedy are drawn to wealth and power, looks and ego. The truely loving are drawn to the soul of the beast. The inner power that makes a person real. Life is a struggle that can be hard. To share that stuggle with someone dear to your heart is the only thing worth anything in this life. To share a life, a journey, a love. These are the things that are worth more then gold. The lives you touch in your short journey are the only thing that creates immortality. To create love and joy. Peace and comfort. Not large scale comfort necessarily. A safe home for a child. A caring place for a husband or wife to come home to after a long day at the office. A peaceful retreat from the pain of the world we live in. Is this too much for a soul to ask for? Too large a dream to ever live in reality? I truely believe this is everyone's plight. Happiness is hard to grasp. Even if that happiness is very simple. I ask of very little, yet for so very much. Most can't understand the request. It is simply to be thought of and cared about. Respected and seen as a beautiful creature. To be treasured for who I am and the great things I can do with my life. The hardest part of this life I lead is the exhilleration of the battle unshared. The journey travelled alone. The emptiness of a wounded heart. No soul willing to try and piece the heart together again. Only souls looking to take from the empty. There is nothing left to give without something given in return. Hope and fear. Love and skeptism. A hoplessly romantic soul who's feet continually get thrust to the ground. Reality is cold and bare. Always waiting to slap you in the face again and again. I hope I will never give up the dream of togetherness. Yet I am afraid to dream.
This has no form nor is exatly poetry. It is my soul in it's darkest hour. I am new to any forum and am interested in your thoughts, ideas. I have written for some time but eyes have never seen my work.
[This message has been edited by Marilyn (edited 09-26-1999).]