Alone

By Tod Christensen

I see you often, walking through this world we all call home

I see you often, walking with no one always alone.

I watch as someone approaches and they smile and say ‘hi,’

But you never look at them, afraid they might be able to see the pain you try to hide.

I know nothing of the source of your pain that you think you hide so well

But anyone with a heart can see it so clearly wrapped around your shell.

I know nothing about how you cope with the pain, whether through denial or a drug

I just wish I knew you well enough to tell you it would be OK in the form of a hug.

And I’m not alone, there are others who would spend the time to listen to you.

You can’t imagine that though since so many in your past who looked at you looked right through

Or looked at you with leering eyes barely hiding their true desire

Their voice might be sweet as the words from their lips, but their eyes tell you they are a liar.

So you go through this world not wanting to see those eyes and those looks anymore.

You make yourself small and drab hoping those around you will ignore

All of the wonderful things about you the things that would attract others

So you deny your true self and in silence you quietly suffer.

I wish I was a genie and could grant you three wishes,

But I’m not magic and I’m certainly not made of riches

So you continue on through your silent journey solo

No longer brave enough to trust anyone you don’t already know.

As you walk away I want to run after you and talk,

But I’m afraid that would scare you more than help so I just watch you walk

Maybe some day I will find the right words that in this moment seem unknown,

Words that will help lift that veil from your eyes and help you see you don’t have to walk alone.