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.