June 29, 2007 Posted as: I hate poetry

What does one do, when just outside that circle of light-

Just a single joy away

So close

And yet

Unable to reach it?

I've been in that light

I've bathed in its glory, seen all it has to offer

Found comfort in its embrace.

I feel some of it's warmth now in a puff of breeze

Just enough for memories to flood my mind

But it's gone almost before I could sense its presence

Leaving what was a healing wound gaping once again.

I want to not long for it so,

As I watch those so blessed to dance in it,

Those I know and hold dear.

I want so badly to find my own joy

My own solace in the solidity of my surroundings

The independence

Self-reliance

The knowledge that none can touch me, none can harm me.

Or that I cannot see the harm

For the lack of light?