Alone I sit wandering the passageways of undesirable solitude a perilous path upon the edge of a treacherous and windswept cliff.
A solitary being seeking wholeness and balance, not always alone in physicality but never balanced in reality.
Long has it been since early wounds, even upon the measure of the spirit since I have felt a true and lasting completeness
Ever seeking, ever searching and ever wandering though somehow afraid of finding
The sorrows of a million miles lie behind my weary steps within this singularity of existence.
So many that indeed I flinch in hesitant disbelief from the glory of the morning star – rising harbinger of new potential and the renewal of life.
I fear not the chance in itself but that the hope will again turn to ash at the lightest touch of my fingers, withering away like smoke upon the winds of precarious time.
I reach hesitant and gentle in the true hope that this one chooses to share from the deepening cup of life with me.
I wonder still at times if a curse resides upon me as I struggle to maintain hope.
Will the starlight burn in its cool cold radiance, or will it comfort and warm
Heart torn and no one hears as the scars of unseen wounds muffle the shrieking fears that rampage gleefully inside
Born into the arms of solitude, damaged to the edge of fearing anything more than retaining an existence of nothing.
Where then lies the end of this when strength and heart and hope may fail to see through to the light.
To long alone, yet knowing in truth little more than the frail resilience of forsaken soul yet each day breaks with new promise.
Will that Star of the Dawn shine and remain within my reach?
R.W.W. Banfiadh – Wofthought2005