Alone

When I am alone
I clench tightly to the nothing
seeking
I Am
what I seek
have left
within, gnarled and knotted driftwood thoughts
Driftwood
Pine, the fear of being lost
The Ancient
splinter
I Am
All
I ever was
Alone.
–Elisabeth Connelley

~ by Elisa on March 5, 2017.

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One Response to “Alone”

  1. Reblogged this on Elisa's Spot.

    Elisa said this on March 5, 2017 at 8:18 am | Reply

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