Even in togetherness there is distance.
I am alone –
a central figure, distracted,
aiming for contact,
unable to eviscerate control,
repeatedly producing a singular confusion.
Define success…
Is it the one on top,
the know-it-all,
or are these the machinations
of estrangement?
I am unable to discern –
stability never more than a dalliance.
The pavement ahead whispers
promises of belonging –
can I tolerate the quest?
Unfulfilled, I am defensive,
fear off-shoots of depression,
shield tender inner places…
Bring on change;
others watch – look to me
as an example.
I can do this, on their behalf.
Never alone.
Always distances to cross.
(V.J.’s Weekly Challenge is distance. Also submitting this for Open Link Night at dVerse.)
