Lonely Is

Lonely is, the empty beach at dusk where sea gulls cry. Lonely is, a road with snow, but not a single track to be seen. Lonely is, the crowded street, feeling lost among strangers. Lonely is, sitting on the park bench alone with people all around. Lonely is, many other scenes to walk through, to be found. Because lonely is - in the heart – where it resides from loss. Lonely is to weep alone, to wonder who will understand. Our hurts so deep, too deep it seems for anyone to care. The times when maybe for some, there is no love at home. So it takes courage to try new things, to find the trust again. To give pieces of ourselves in ways to make a difference. To not give in to loneliness that emerges from the ‘inside’. Because love is waiting ever so patiently to open the door. Heidi Sands 4/6/17