Poem

Alone

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How long is it good

to be alone?

Some moments to rest your soul,

to take a breath

before those close get closer.

 

A few days to walk a mountain side

amongst the grass and stone,

gnarled trees that crouch

against the winds,

a butter carved valley

nursing a sun pricked lake.

 

Some months alone.

When lives are planned, decisions made,

crossroads met and journeys taken.

When you start along an unknown path

there’s no response.

No one there to care enough.

 

Or years alone,

when months lose meaning.

Each day merges into the

greyness of the next, until

there comes that day

when the next

never arrives.