Of Being Alone

Of Being Alone When I was a child I was afraid of the dark Of the many creatures that seemed so real Bumps in the night, would give me such a start Shadows and shapes keeping me in the fear Of being alone As a young man, false confidence, lost in a world of my own Confused of what or who I am, this insecurity I dare not show Do I fit in this crowd, of these the only friends I have ever known Never wanting to be left out of the crowd, that fear that I know Of being alone Now I have aged, am wiser with the twilight years upon me I find a comfort in this stillness, my subconscious to behold Being within the one, lost in my thoughts, my true self to be Now I understand and except the time I spend in this threshold Of being alone