I am alone,
except I’m not.
I’m alone in body,
not in thought.
I’m alone in my mind,
but not during prayer.
I’m alone in here,
but not out there.
My heart is as deep as the Mariana Trench, and like the sea most will never see what hides in those depths. The darkness can be a shield, a protector, a friend. A cozy place to curl up and rest. Some
Please read My Heart is as Deep as the Ocean (Part I) first. My Heart is as Deep as the Ocean (Part II) I write a poem about the depths of my heart but the truth is, I don’t want just anyone exploring
The more I heal the more I realize how comfortable I am being on my own. Not because I don’t want to be with someone, but because I’m okay with being alone. And that’s a victory I never knew I’d have.
