Alone

At the end of today

At the end of this road

In the middle of a forest

With fluffy white clouds

Segmented by interwoven branches

Waving overhead in the gusty wind

Blurring the lines

Blurring the vision

Eyes squinting

In desperate attempt to create

Sense out of chaos

Comfort out of quiet

Peace with the loneliness

Instead of flailing in discontent

Stirring waves that threaten

To drown the composure

Flood the dreams

And wash hope away like a

Ketchup stain on a favorite white shirt

A tiny beam of light

Streaming in from the unknown

Offering exposure

Offering connection

Expecting nothing less than acceptance

Still looking up

In the midnight of forever

At a crossroad

Tomorrow

Still…alone.