Even when I longed to be alone, I hated
Being alone. The paradox was lost on me,
Along with its lesson.

Too many years I spent avoiding myself,
Turning my back on my heart,
Unable to look myself in the eye,
Afraid of my own thoughts.

This is where I came to hide
In plain sight, surrounded by people
To watch and be ignored by. Now,
It is where I open up to myself,
Coaxing timid thoughts from
The shadows into almost homely light.

This is where I left reluctantly
To trudge home while wishing my feet
Could lead me to another front door. Now
My destination and desire are one.

11/17/2016

Posted on 11/28/2016
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