Embrace my loneliness

My itinerant heart is lost and in my somnolent journey I have walked along a barren road. It is a lonely, broken bed of concrete that jilts my spine with every senseless step and seeps through the soles of my shoes to cradle my saddness like a familiar companion. In some psychotic way, my escort, the loneliness, keeps me from being alone.

I saw beauty in all things peculiar, things that were never meant to be labeled as kind or pretty. Hidden rainbows painted within in the alcoves of the most violent storm demand that I take pleasure in their splendor, and the brilliance of an illuminated moon embellished my wayward path on the blackest of nights. Beautiful, is my burden and my pockets are replete with polished stones.

With a heavy heart, I walk along my via dolorosa, leaving a trail of tears behind me for a love I cannot find, cannot reach. I keep my head down while the graceless winds batter my curls and sting my tender face, but when the scent of you fills my head, I close my eyes, I dream of home.


Home is where the heart is - I gave my heart to you.