Alone

I am a grain of dust, forever ensnared in a never-ending windstorm.

I am a lonely teardrop, spiraling endlessly downwards amongst the driving rain.

 I am a shadow, choked and smothered by the many other darknesses in this starless world.

I am a cry, a meek plea for help, drowned out by the desperate symphony of torment around me.

I am a single hurt, lost in a screaming sea of pain.

I am a young flower, doomed to fade and wither away.

I am an ocean wave, rising and sinking incessantly until my energy is gone and nothing remains.

I am a helpless child, yearning for his mother’s comforting embrace.

I am a coyote, always singing, always fighting, always alone.

I am a fragile shard of glass, broken and shattered, irreparably crushed.

I am one in seven million, yet…

I am alone.



These are lies.

You are not alone.

You have never been alone.

I have been with you since the day you began.

I have stationed angels at your side, to comfort and protect you, to keep you from harm.

You are my child, and I am your Father.

I will be your comfort.

You need do no more than confide in me.

I am begging you, my beloved, to find me.

To come back to me.

To never leave my side.

You and I once were the same; I created you from nothing, and you added joy to my every day.

Tears of jollity and tears of sadness have accompanied the joy, but I do not complain.

After all, you are human, and you are perfect in an imperfect way.

I gave you free will for a reason.

Had I not, you would never have been strong enough to truly know me and love me.

There comes a time when you must break before you can heal.

Child, my dear, beautiful child, you will never be alone.

Deeper Than Sleep

A thick, endless sleep
Relentlessly lusting
For dominance over
Body and soul

The day had begun
No different than another
When suddenly, swiftly,
Her consciousness was snatched away

“Steady”, the monitor reads
Beeping incessantly
A never-ending promise of
False hopes and lies

Deeply asleep
She fights valiantly
To regain control
To escape her subconscious

The voices of her visitors
Echo worriedly around her
She struggles to answer, but
To no avail

Months pass
The coma persists
And day by day
Her visitors grow fewer

In another month’s time
She is alone in her struggle
The comforting voices of friends
No longer relieve her

Daily survival
A life-or-death battle
Her strength is failing
Hope is nearly gone

June 21, 2015
Six months since the accident
The day the moniter
No longer reads 'Steady'