Always Alone

Does it matter in which direction I look?

An onslaught of noise takes aim from every lane.

The chatter, the flash, the distraction.

I can’t block, deflect or absorb anymore.

Is it running away or stepping into the clear?

Trudging through the rich snow is an uphill battle.

But I must find the stars.

A bitter cold of solitude that brings such warmth.

A calming forest night that lasts perpetually.

The only what I hear is the blowing sheet of snowdrift.

Imagination is a separate country that I have yet to discover.

A most heavy truth weighs on me.

There are no virtuous lies that will save me.

The most real things in the world are things we don’t see.

Only now I realize.

I’ve always been alone.