Lonesome Travellers: A Poem
Long is our journey though memory makes it short
and even longer are circles within our comfort zone
with infrequent little trips out of it, all back and forth
but in truth, we make that every daring step alone.
Blinded by this need to be pampered by approval crap
we don't see in loneliness a blessed condition of growing
which places full weight of responsibility onto our own lap
so we prefer sharing our burden with others as we are going.
Have you ever spent some of that magic time alone
while watching ocean sunset or beauty of a flower
with no words in existence and ever known
to express that experience in its full power.
Those were times of divine knowing
how it's up to us alone to nurture our best
and we always reap what we alone are sowing
with each and every adversity just being a growing test.
Then we see the truth of our travelling companions
and we don't use them for crutches on our life's quest
but help them out of their own deep, self-created canyons
by inspiring them on their own journey that's lonely but blessed.