Sometimes…

When one was too young to know what was ahead,

And the moon’s night was silent,  

 When the world was quiet,

And shadows deposited secrets with the stars,

Being alone hurt.

Today…

A heart, heavy with the weight of silence,

Yearns for a touch, a voice, a sign,

But finds only the echo of its own thoughts,

A solitary dance in the stillness.

Sometimes,

In a crowd, amidst the laughter,

 Where faces blur, and voices merge,

The soul feels unseen, and unheard, sometimes.

A fleeting ache, a passing cloud

That drifts across the mind’s horizon

Reminding one of the spaces between,

The moments when connection fades,

It’s lonely, sometimes, But not always.

Yet…

In the depths of solitude,

There lies a quiet strength, a hidden light,

A chance to breathe, to reflect, to grow,

To find oneself in the silence,

 And emerge, renewed, ready to embrace the world,

The people, the moments of togetherness,

And finally let go of when one was too young

To know what was ahead.