By myself:

Seemingly only accompanied

By naught but my

Shadow; this world

Screams at me,

“No One Is There!

You should stop acting like

That Someone cares!”

Gentle sunshine glazes my whole

Body; the wind is a caress to

My skin.

I lift my eyes heavenward

Gazing upon a sky so blue

The birds soaring, straight and true,

And then I know as I smile

Not just to myself…

How wrong they are.

 

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