The loneliness inside,
harpooning my heart,
devouring my soul.
I vanish in my quest
to find that someone,
who should make me whole.
The loneliness inside,
days of endless search,
needing you, my friend.
Though I delude myself,
looking for someone,
when it's all in me.
The loneliness inside,
with children laughing,
and a man who's mine.
My home is filled with love,
time spent together,
yet I feel alone.
The loneliness inside,
my heart's mistaken,
searching what's not lost.
In me the answer hides,
feeling incomplete.
If I could be whole...
~~~
January 2012: this was written in 2008, during a difficult period at the end of many years of depression. It's wonderful to be able to say that I'm hardly ever depressed anymore and becoming 'whole' indeed.
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