Alison Scarpulla
Alone with my thoughts.
Lost in my dreams.
Darkness in my soul.
A deserted forest.
Empty of people.
Devoid of sound.
No movement.
No sunlight.
Only endless trees.
My thoughts ring
Loud and clear
In this empty void.
No reason to leave this room.
Books provide sustenance.
Words to soothe the soul.
A glimpse of heaven
to fill my soul.
The hot sun
to fulfill my yearnings.
It’s here for me
in this one spot.
Smoke fills my lungs,
I stand strong.
Petals to the sky,
I fulfill my destiny.
Tears burn holes
never to be filled.
Demons in my soul
leave scars never repaired.
Each sigh forces a step back.
Each storm bends my stem a bit more.
I persevere through the rain,
the sleet,
the snow.
I yield to the sun and the moon.
I take what is given.
I replace when I’m able.
Though dry are my leaves,
I lift them to the sky.
Though parched are my lips,
I face the sun.
Smoke burns my eyes,
but I see clear.
I bow my head.
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Am I alone?
Someone is sitting beside me.
I turn.
There’s no one there.
Only the reflection
of a lost soul.
“Self Portrait with a Harp” (1791) (detail) by Rose-Adélaïde Ducreux (1761-1802).
Play me a song.
Don’t get me wrong.
I love your singing voice,
But the harp is my choice.
The music soothes my sad soul
From the day taking its toll.
I need the music today.
Please sit down with me and play.
Lost in my own mind.
Thoughts trickle down in torrents,
Leaving behind my empty soul.
Frost turns my lips ice blue.
Ice freezes me in place.
Trapped in the refuse of my lonely mind.
Skin and bones.
That’s all we are.
Easy to break.
Easy to fall.
Don’t fall apart.
Keep strong.
Keep fit.
In mind,
Body,
And soul.
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Clean me.
Snow on me.
Wet my hair.
Fall on my eyelids.
Drench my body.
Whiten the streets.
I welcome thee
into my heart and soul.
