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 eyes 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
Provides me with
the answers before
I ask the question.
I no longer cry
Of loneliness.
I am never alone.
You comfort me
In the instrumentals
I listen to.
My mind is at rest.
My heart is quiet.
Being alone
But not truly alone.
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