Born alone
Mother’s arms enfold.
All our lives spent
Falling from arm to arm.
Over time we grow
Jaded, tired and cynical.
We forget the darkness,
Sometimes.
We forget its hold, its power
When we are dancing in the light.
Some lucky ones never venture to its inky shadows, some so lost
In its shadowy embrace forget there is anything more
Until a silver of light.
I too have been guilty of this and will again
Ah but without the pain, loneliness and hopelessness
What joy can be truly felt?
To feel one we need the other, bittersweet this life.
