If loneliness were just my little rag doll

and understanding went as far as

button eyes can see

then maybe I’d accept my solitude

And like a little raggedy head

I’d smile on childishly.

But thoughts that fill my head

are not of cotton.

Beneath my skin

I’m as real as can be.

I’m thrilled and fascinated.

All at once

The trembling hopes,

the long forgotten thoughts

Are seen through crystal eyes.

No more the dunce,

No more the fool,

I rise to heights I fought

To reach and cling there overwhelmed.

So pleased

To see that all the past

has meaning now.

Without great fear and panic

I’m at ease

In my own company.

I can allow

myself the freedom

all the world once asked

For me to share,

without the nagging sounds

From deep behind my eyes;

the heavy task

Of reasoning,

when reason has no bounds.

All thoughts, all deeds,

are simply done with no

More hesitation.

I am free to grow.