Alone by T. Boehle-Satterfield

"A State of Motion is Always Measured by Comparison" by T. Boehle mixed media copyright 2010

“A State of Motion is Always Measured by Comparison” by T. Boehle mixed media copyright 2010

On these days of being alone
I know I will be alone again.
I feel it in my bones.
Instead of a marshmallow marrow,
They are filled with alone,
That pale, thin, ether.
A gas with a lethal edge –
Sharp and cunning.
My ears pound with its strident call.
My hand goes to my heart.
I am boxed in this ring
Rattled on hollow bones.
Slumped forward my chest tightens.
I breathe it in.
Short grateful mouths of air,
knowing it is my life.
Not my destiny,
It is my life
Alone.

 

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