Only Lonely

How does one discern the fractures that run deep within? A facade of false reassurance worn, “I’m good”, obscuring the boiling anger beneath the surface. Love is a distant memory, often replaced by pain. The things you possess fill your home with items you didn’t choose. Days pass in a haze of unwanted tasks, unwanted voices, and visions.

You stand alone, seeking guidance in the void. Gratitude is a refrain that repeats in your mind, yet loneliness persists.

You recall the blessings, fleeting moments of joy, but the weight of sorrow presses down. Strength and control are your constant, though weariness is breaking your bones.

Your father's voice, lost to the Kentucky clay, haunts you. An absence that left you incomplete, yearning for that strength you never fully knew. Salvation eludes you, thoughts of toughening up ring hollow. The path forward is obscured, filled with confusion and apathy.

Your dream lies beside you, a miracle you once only imagined. Your son, a heavenly light in the darkness. Yet contentment slips through your fingers. Complacency clouds your appreciation, a restless devil seeking more.

You have touched gold and felt the fleeting thrill of its absence. But true heaven is the warmth of your family's hands, a moment in the sun that defies the world.

In these simple truths, lies the path to enlightenment.