<< Loneliness - the deep wound
The dis-ease, the internal affliction
steadily downward she climbs
to that private place.
When the door is closed there is no door.
But still she listens for that footfall
and perhaps a still small voice
perhaps a sign from heaven
a gentle knock, a calling from the deep
to wake her from the numbness
with confusion becalmed by peace.
A whispered prayer is all it takes
But who'll be waiting at the gate
to help ease this endless depression?
Like a drowning person in need of resuscitation
she cries inside craving caring conversation.>>