Cafe solo
Says it all
Life is so so
On the edge.
But,
Alone I find
I see the blind
I understand the world
A little better.
And I know
Myself
And who I was
Before I met her
Before I met
My own storm shelter.
Only when you are
Alone
Is when you find
Your real way home.
To where your pulse
Beats. . . . . .
To where your heart
Heats.
And you know you are
Alive.
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Author:
Keith (
Offline) - Published: January 13th, 2022 04:26
- Comment from author about the poem: I wrote this on my travels alone around Spain. I learned a lot.
- Category: Reflection
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Comments3
well written,
thanks for sharing
Many thanks for popping by to read. Appreciated.
When we lose a loved one it takes a while to find ourselves again but it will happen and life will be good once more.
Andy
You paint aloneness so engaging and needed in finding ways home Keith - so pleased to have caught this piece and shall look forward to reading more of your work.Welcome to M.P.S.
Thank you for stopping by! And thank you for your kind words, Fay. Very encouraging.
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