It won’t always be
me.
I am only one
possibility.
There are others
out there,
surrounding,
that will go
as far as they
can reach.
We are not alone
unless we choose
to be.
Life is hard
and sometimes
it seems
like we are isolated;
cut off from
the tree,
but there is more.
Oh, so much more
to see.
We like to think
that we’re the only ones
inside.
Shut up in
the shelter
of our minds.
What we don’t know
is those who
believe in kind
are together
is strange ways
they’ve designed.
I can hear
them cry,
in a beautiful unison.
Loneliness
becomes harmony.
We are all alone
together,
there are some
together
more than me;
and that’s alright.
HG – 2021
