And loneliness is when your blood is deficient in love,
trust, kindness, compassion and all of the good things above…
Spring crawls through the debris and it seems like there is a lot of things,
I can be lonely with.
Sing with the robins in disbelief that there is still winter seeping
through the skin,
It is not too long until there is grass beneath my feet,
the snow still glistens in the sun yet
I feel so incomplete…
All else awakens, yet I fell asleep.
And this is the season of happy faces – hollow hearts,
in anticipation of glee and sparks between them,
this is the season,
all the smiles, oh, how I would love to believe them.
Give me your pain like water to a stem,
it inspires me, only then shall I thrive…
I need pain,
I am alive.