Alone
Always alone, but not really.
Feels so, but I’m being silly.
Surrounded always, by close friends,
And family. But me, who tends?
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I am the rock, always steady
To give a hand, always ready.
Never cause worry in others
Listen to their problems, druthers.
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They say I’m strong, never worry
That I’ll survive. To me, blurry.
No one there, upon which to lean.
To expect such, is it so mean?
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Not mean, such yearning isn’t cruel.
Imposing maybe, changing rule.
Asking for help, not in make up.
Should learn, be something I take up?
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Not want to be told what to do
Just a friend to tell troubles to.
Someone, tell me I’m doing it right,
So I can rest peaceful at night.
June Nash
I believe we are all alone, everyone of us. We all make decisions that affect our lives. Delegating to others, the decision process, is also our own choice. A choice I am not willing to take. I want to be an active participant in my own life. The price to pay for this, sometimes, is the feeling of being alone in the world.
I am not alone, but. . . .
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