Sometimes I feel
so alone
even when I’m not feeling lonely.
Sometimes I just
need to talk
even when there’s nothing to ponder.
Sometimes I just
want a touch
even when I don’t need embraces.
Sometimes I want
different answers
even when there aren’t new questions.
Sometimes I don’t
want to be me;
tho’ I know there’s no else I can be.
“Make just a
ripple; come on be brave,
this time a ripple, next time a wave”
Ronda R. Scott-Marak
© 2 March 2015
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