Loneliness of Uniqueness

As of seeds we’ve sown, we each walk alone, feeling joy and pain, both love and disdain. Those who hold our hand try to understand, like mothers who care but just cannot pair. The words which we speak, offer a sneak peek but due to heart’s frost, the meaning is lost. Likewise, we too fail to know why friends ail, yet stand by their side and our time thus bide. Be that as it may, love’s the only way, so let’s play our role, winsome, blissful, whole.