I Am

I fall on the thorns of life, I bleed,

But no one is willing to soothe my pain,

How long has it been?

When will I see my loved ones again?

No one I can call my friend,

No well wisher in sight.

Darkness envelopes and permeates the tunnel,

But at its end, there is no light.

Is there anyone to hold my hand?

The answer is no.

And even if there was, they wouldn't hesitate,

To let go.

Nursing my wounds, 

I begin to realise,

That the answer to my question,

Inside me lies.

I am my friend, my well-wisher,

I am my companion,

I am my strength, my guide,

I am my motivation.

The truth is bitter,

But it must be swallowed

For far too long, in this loneliness,

I have wallowed.

I pick myself up, and dust myself off,

Smiling at my wounds, I laugh at the irony,

For though I was in search of thee,

In the process, I found me.

"We're born alone, we live alone, we die alone. Only through our love and friendship can we create the illusion for the moment that we're not" - Orson Welles.