Lonliness is the price we pay for living so much of our life in our brain. Our fellowship with words demands isolation often--and, like you, ambivalence reigns, at times, in this weary heart.

Bill, such is the life we choose. Or do we? You capture it
beautifully here. Especially here:

My brain
Filled with words to share
My heart
Weary
Hesitant
Ambivalent

-gene.

Hello Bill,

Your poem tells of every writer's dilemma and "emptiness" at times, but when your words are "reaching out to millions" although you're "alone in so many ways", you go on the "solitary journey" because writing is your very life. "Broken dreams, empty ambition" all face us, but we always do our part because we're "Filled with words to share". I pray God bless you with success and bountiful financial rewards for your writing because you have been a blessing to many.

Your friend,
Cynthia

So very sad, so full of disillusionment, there just has to be more beyond the horizon...

Be always safe,
Karen