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In Alone, I explore what it feels like to move through life in solitude, not with despair, but with a quiet awareness. I use the forest, the sky, and the passage of time as mirrors for my own inner state. The trees become companions even though they are strangers, and grief is present but still, simply observing. I wanted to show how the world continues its motion while I remain suspended in my own stillness. Toward the end, the imagery shifts toward something cosmic, light, stars, the speed of escape, as if I might transcend the body and the pain that has shaped me. The final lines remind me that life is both unrelentingly fast and suddenly brief, like a horse that gallops and stops in the same heartbeat.

Alone

Alone


Each day, I journey
through the dense forest of time,
crossing the blurred edges of existence.
The trees, though strangers,
stand like kin.
Their silent grace reveals me to myself
in the lingering shadows of betrayed virtues.

Grief sits quietly at the window,
like a bird perched,
watching the world with indifference,
threaded into the steady, unrelenting stream of time.

The earth spins away beneath me,
and I remain solitary.
Sometimes, a flash of lightning
stirs my bones a tremble, a whisper of change,
as if the moment itself
might carry the soul elsewhere.

When the stars fade
into a dawn not yet born,
I will race into the darkness
at the speed of light,
leaving all that was mine behind:
this tender, scorched body,
singed by the embers of love.

Life, like a galloping horse
yet halts
in the blink of an eye
Copyright © | Year Posted 2025

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