Weakness of the heart is my deepest folly.
When you swing that way,
I am swept along
the only support I have.
It would be too easy
to just blame you
for the tears, the emptiness
but that\’s not all.
This life. This mood.
The phone that rings
but no voice on the other end.
Your own emptiness
is not the same as mine.
While sitting in class today, I suddenly remembered what my sister said. Her own sorrow–the frusturation of relationships, unpredictablity of people, unreliability, a sense of loneliness. Similar to mine. And as I thought about it, it struck me so hard that my eyes filled up with tears. It\’s funny how the emotions could carry over lines more than 500 miles away. I felt the loneliness too. A feeling that could not be helped. Yet you keep struggling. Keep going. A determination to survive that is in all of us.
Freedom is not being alone. Freedom is being alone, knowing that someone is available that you can turn to in the time of need.