When I Cried, I Was Never Alone Poem by Vera Sidhwa

I cried and cried,
With no recourse
About how to solve my problem.


This agony intensified to an internal storm,
Which broke everything in sight.
It shattered my enthusiasm for life,
Yet something in me endured.


This was the biggest puzzle to me,
Myself in civil war,
The ME torn in between,
Those two sides that are always there.


Suddenly, I discovered that this internal space,
Where I thought I cried alone,
Was also the same place where God's light shone.



So I realized that in my embattled thoughts,
I had never been alone.