I Am Here Alone

Had I not stopped to help the fallen rise to whisper in a crowd I am here, alone. Perhaps I would have caught that bus reclaimed the voice of passion defied the cadence of that “distant drummer” fled not into the valley of failures folly. And yet I stand erect untamed by calloused hands proudly patched and mended dirt covered and sun tinted. Proud, yes proud, to don this uniform present myself, report for duty for I was never broken. I have absorbed life’s lessons. It’s pain, passion, and joy Still stop… To help the fallen rise To whisper in a crowd …I am here, alone. ©6/29/2021 A broken person Poetry Contest Faraz Ajmal - sponsor