As I read back, I noticed that there were two poems I wrote, that consistently ran through my journals. They are entitled Alone and Lost and really spoke to how I was feeling. These feelings hung around, like a cloud of smoke, for years. Having these poems, and periodically pulling them out to read, oddly, brought me a sense of comfort and familiarity.
Here is the first one I wrote.
No one near
No one close
No one who knows
Who I am
What I dream...
No one who cares.
Wow! I am so glad that the poem no longer speaks to me like it once did. But, I can still clearly remember the feeling - and, because it was present in my life for so long, I know it is not too far from the surface. Being on the other side of my "alone journey", feels really good!
PAST REVISITED LESSON 1: Every experience is temporary. And, even when there seems to be no light at the end of the tunnel, that still, - it too shall pass.
What lessons have you learned from your past?