Finding Hope

We walk the world, alone
Afraid, wanting someone
Or something to fill
our lives.

But the emptiness persists.
We grab, we cling in
An attempt to
Feel alive.

The more we possess,
Be they people or things,
The bigger the void grows,
Our emptiness sings

A song of pain
As we consume again
And again for nothing changes,
The ache remains.

Perhaps, if I reach out and
Share, show someone
I care, the pain
Will ease.

Please, what is the
Answer for I can
No longer endure
This journey alone.

Then, somewhere in the
Distance a light shines through
The darkness bringing hope
To this weary traveler.

Dianne Borowski

Bay Village

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