The Loneliness of the Soul
Life may be a dance
When things all turn right,
but it may be a bumpy ride
in an old wheel chair
as some bed borders
scream telling it isn't enough!
It chills our lives
trying to mesh everything,
while hiding the
aloneness of our soul,
as inwardly we weep
for our loneliness
that seems to grow
with the facts of life
We wish did not exist...
Oh! What small things
Turn big in us instead of us
I loose myself in loneliness
I cry in my heart
for I have to squeltch
my loneliness
to come eventually to joy!
Melba Dungey
