Being Alone

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    Being Alone

    Like a lot of people, I’d rather not be on my own

    But having a talk with a friend of mine has shown

    That not having a mate is a healthy part of life

    I should keep my heart strong, although a freshly sharpened knife

    Has punctured it from front to back

    Letting up no sort of slack

    I want to let go and move on

    But for now I must be by myself and let it dawn

    On me that if I can’t be by myself that I can’t be with someone else, now

    I have a tendency to dread on the past and walk around with my head bowed

    And I’m sure that is not the right thing to do

    Man only if everyone knew

    Just how I feel they would be able to tell me

    What else I can do to see

    That I am strong and that I can make it far

    For myself I have to be the shine to my own star

    Needing someone in a relationship causes a lot of hurt

    As easy as a rip tares a shirt

    My heart has been torn and stepped upon

    And the tears will take a long time to be gone

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    kdarcy commented on Being Alone

    01-02-2011

    Been there done that, it is a time for growth, one never thought of or possible, finding energy you didn't even know you had. Theres a you hiding inside, you don't even know, enjoy becoming acqainted. There will be times though, show yourself what you thought you couldn't do. Your piece so right on captured how I and many others have felt. Check out my writes, " Where Are You " and " Dreams Are Gold ' be well, k

    mskatrina7

    01/02/2011

    Yeah I wrote this a few years ago. I've grown from my hurt. I will check your writes out. Thanks for the comment.

    BrokenHeart2009 commented on Being Alone

    01-02-2011

    I like this poem because it is so true. To move on by oneself is scary, but to stay behind one loses who they are. I stayed behind for a long time, and I lost sight of everything I was or wanted to be.

    mskatrina7

    01/02/2011

    I hope you have moved on since and have recovered yourself. Thanks for the comment.

    Poetry is what is lost in translation.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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