Standing alone, I wonder why. No one is there to hear when I laugh, breathe, or sigh.
What have I done? Have I been cast aside? Is this my Ego’s fault, heavy laden with ugly pride?
I have a choice of self pity or self-reflect. A challenge to my psyche, knowing not what to expect.
Self Pity is an easy-out, casting blame with expectations never realized. On those that would dare disagree with me, whilst I judged and unfairly criticized.
Self-reflection leads to most precious of gifts, wisdom, balance, and peace of mind. Received through humility, love, and the courage of being kind.
The image above was taken not far from my home on the day of our first frost. Seeing this tree reminded me of times in my life I have had to deal with being alone. I hope you enjoyed the poem. Peace.