I have been wandering all of my life, in this twilight slipstream I have watched others.

Never quite finding the key, or bus stop to make direct contact. Catching glimpses, superficial touches, before sinking back to where I’ve been for so long.

Alone

The loneliness taking my hope , and crushing it into drugs, behaviours, that made me feel alive, for a brief instance. After time, emotional, and spiritual death, were accompanied by thoughts of physical death.

I reached out, in one last effort.

Somebody grabbed my hand this time. They put a key in it, and said here is the bus stop you need to connect.

I’ve made my connection, and I stand here, wondering at all the possibilities. Learning to navigate this bright, emotion filled world has its challenges. At times I still want to shut down, from the sensory overload.

I grieved a long time for my lost world. It still has a soul numbing attraction. Then I look around, and I see you. I speak, listen,and reach to hold you in my arms, mind, and heart. I tell you my secrets, I listen to yours. I let the pain ooze out of my eyes. I hand you a tissue for the pain in yours. Of my shame and guilt, I tell you, listening as it dies, replaced by your voice, and touch in my heart.

I’ve learned the key, the sign on the bus stop. It says in bright letters.

LOVE

No longer must I stand apart.

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