The Dance of Aloneness


We are all alone.


This is not depressing 
when you realise 
it's the truth.

 

We are born alone, we die alone.
Along the way, perhaps we meet. 

 

Friends, lovers, strangers. 
Husbands, wives, sons, daughters.
The roles can separate us as much as they can bind us.

 

We long for connection, yet we fear intimacy.
We seek contact, but we want to be safe.
We push others away by trying to hold onto them.
We hide our truth out of fear of loss.
Yet we lose each other in the hiding.

 

We seek solid ground, yet we know that it's all groundless.
We plan futures yet we know they are mere daydreams.
We long to be free yet we flee the terror of our freedom, seeking comfort and answers.

 

Our comfort soon turns to boredom.
Our boredom to resentment.
We suffer until we learn to love ourselves as we are.
We seek love until we know it in the silence.


And let the questions burn.
And sacrifice tomorrows for todays.

 

~ Jeff Foster


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