Feeding The Fire - Poem by Lora Colon
Why is there no one here for me,
No companion for my heart?
I'm tired of pretending, wearing this mask,
Too long have I played the part
How can a heart feel so displaced,
Not knowing where it should be;
Even a bird, lost in its flight
Finds comfort in a welcoming tree
The sun and stars have been tended to,
Their courses have all been charted;
But yet I wander, lost in a fog,
Hope for guidance long departed
The decay of happiness is choking me,
I'm drowning in my own tears;
Still, I wait for The Light to come
And guide me through happier spheres
But my pilgrimage is almost over,
For my hunger and thirst - no relief!
So I'm burning my robe and my sandals,
Feeding the fire with all my Beliefs!
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