Sometimes Alone

I strain my eyes to see

What this world intends

My aspirations, illusions

My friends, sometimes strangers

My love, imagined

I push myself to give

But those gifts lay deserted

My poetry, sand

My song, lost in the wind

My tears, just water

I try to rise above my doubts

And today has been so hard

My soul, exhausted

My head, throbs like a drum

My sadness, sackcloth and ash

I will rise again tomorrow

Despite the fear I will strive

My head, held high

My dreams, persist

My walk, sometimes alone

No matter how low the day has laid me down.  I know that I will get through.  I may stumble, falter, and even fall, but I will rise again and stand on my own two feet.