I am a traveller on a journey.
although it seems like a quest
with many trails thrown at me.
My vision does not weaver.
My eye remains straight ahead,
with only this book and pen,
I write my encounters and feelings.

This journey is very demanding
I may even add Lonely
but with the provider beside me,
I am not shaken.
I pour all emotions out
my one and only therapist.
he provides me with my needs
before I know what I need.

I no longer cry of loneliness.
I am never alone
you comfort me
in the instruments I listen to.
my mind is at rest
my heart is quiet.
being alone but
not really alone.

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