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Alone


A few moments alone.
Silence.
Stillness.
Seconds to recognize this massive space between an authentic connection and the existing isolation.
A touch. Tremble. Release….
Suddenly overwhelmed by a flood of unhappiness and an immeasurable amount of discontent. Then tears. Endless the questions and fear seem. I wait… wonder and feel as though every step I take is the wrong one… leading back into this rotation. I cannot stop longing… I can’t … The ache is continuous and profound.

 Copyright 2011 Jennifer Rose  - Artwork by: Henri Matassi 
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