Monday, March 19, 2007

Alone

I have what I want.
Still others seem to have more.
Contentment eludes.

Inside is the place
where contentment begins, starts.
Why can't I find it?

It's not things I crave
but a sense of belonging
that's just out of reach.

3 comments:

karen said...

nor mine; greener grass...
satisfaction with myself?
a work in progress

Kicking N. Screaming said...

Struggles with demons?
Ironic you feel alone
when we're all with you.

Epiphany Alone said...

As I try, I pat
my own back for small success.
It gets easier.

Look at distance gained,
how far I've come, not how far
there is yet to go.

In the quiet hours,
I remember I am more
than my sum of parts.