Each Alone

My heart swells

With words I would say

But prudence restrains

I hold them at bay.

But out they must,

Can't be kept within,

With words on a page

The sharing I begin.

Personal thoughts

Pour out in poetry

Revealing my heart

This is my diary;

Not only a journal

But an expedition;

Discovering who I am -

An uneasy exploration.

Stones I've turned

Wary to peer under,

Former understanding

Torn asunder.

What seemed clear

Is no longer true,

Can I trust now

This knowledge new?

Or is it a stop

Along the journey

That will change

With future discovery?

And with discovery

A new desire to share

What I've found,

But who would care?

And what is it

That I hope to gain

From sharing,

What's the bargain?

Introspection on this

Point is not kind;

I think, I fear, it's

Pity I hope to find,

A desire for accord

Yearning for sympathy;

Oh please, heavens no

I am Mr. Ramsay.

I refuse to burden you

As he did Lily Briscoe,

Reticence, isolation is

The best way to go.

Silence is prudence

Even amongst my own.

I've rediscovered the truth -

“We perished, each alone”

February 2016