Solace

"We're born alone, we live alone, we die alone. Only through our love and friendship can we create the illusion for the moment that we're not alone."

- Orson Welles


Everyone would like to feel as though they belong.
The thing I detest most is being on my own.

Left out in the winter cold,
No one to keep me warm...

I can always count on the comfort of my home.
I always feel needed when in the presence of family.
And when we are separated I feel their absence profoundly.

I remember the first time I felt disconnected and alone.
No one to love, Nowhere to go.
Left to roam the streets on my own.
Burned by the glare of stranger; peering into my soul.
Bruised by the wrath of their stick and stones.

I remember the pain, as if it were yesterday.
My knees were torn, somewhere between kneeling and standing strong.
Without anyone to influence me, everything I say and do is wrong.
My vocabulary is limited, my thoughts can't be translated into words.
My tongue is tied, my guard is down.

I remember feeling defenseless,
I remember being alone.