Sunday, May 6, 2018

Helpless

Cruelty, self-esteem, not my therapist.
In the back ground, Crosby Stills Nash and Young singing-Hopelessly Wondering.
The rain taps on the window outside my burgundy and gold bedroom.
I am quiet and alone, but I can hear them talking in the other room.
Trying to solve the problem but finding no solution.
We are helplessly hoping as the song begins to play again.
Each with there own vision of the truth. These men who are attempting salvation.
They make it their business. It's not enough to be where you are. It's not enough to make a difference. No one makes a difference. We are one alone. We are two together. We are for each other. Closing our eyes alone but longing to be included. 

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