Lonely Is the Heart

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

Sometimes, we all feel like a solitary tree standing in a field of green, leafless and exposed. It is easy to feel the loneliness that time sometimes leaves behind as it passes us each moment and each day. It is easy to feel the insignificance of being, when we feel alone, unappreciated or accepted.

LONELY IS THE HEART

By Al Garcia

Sometimes, we all feel like a solitary tree standing in a field of green, leafless and exposed.  It is easy to feel the loneliness that time sometimes leaves behind as it passes us each moment and each day.  It is easy to feel the insignificance of being, when we feel alone, unappreciated or accepted.  Lonely is the heart without an embrace or simple touch from someone who takes the time to stop and stand beneath the solitary tree with us.

I remember well the days that passed when I was young, and felt apart and all alone.  I remember solitary walks, and feeling isolated and secluded in an ever-spinning world that was leaving me behind. 

I remember feeling an ache that penetrated every part of me, and listening to the absurdity of my unspoken words and thoughts, all signifying nothing more than whispers and murmurs of my broken heart.  I was too old to cry, yet too young to simply walk away.

Those were the days that were molding my body and my soul.  Those were the days that stretched into forever for a young boy like me trying to fit in, trying to understand, trying to comprehend why I felt alone.

Growing up was hard to do back then, when I was young and before I became a man.  No one warned me, no one told me, how cruel the world could be.  No one cautioned me of how lonely would be the heart when kids my age ignored or taunted me because of how I looked or what I wore, or even who I talked to.

Looking back is an easy thing to do.  But feeling the hurt and isolation that once triggered my loneliness back then reignites the doubt, uncertainty and hesitation that I felt when I was young.  I have since grown into my ears that stuck out my puny head when I was a boy.  I now feel strong and bold and self-assured, when once I tried so hard to blend into the background so no one would notice me.  I have found my voice and now speak of all I’ve seen and heard and done, when once I only whispered and murmured my words and my thoughts, and hoped no one would hear.

Although I now live only miles from where I was born, it seems like I’m a million miles from where I used to be.  How strange to see and feel how time has transformed the boy I used to be, and altered and reformed the vistas and the politics and attitudes that once looked down on me. 

When once I felt like a solitary tree standing in a field of green, leafless and exposed, I now feel the strength of my roots and the potency of my legacy, and the intensity of my force, and the depth of my growth.  I grew into my life, like we all do, and I savored the joys and the sorrows, confronted my fears and doubts, and embraced the uniqueness of me. 

Lonely is the heart when left to feel irrelevant and unimportant.  Growing up is hard to do without the shade of those that walk along with you.  I now think back and wish that when I was growing up someone had offered to stand with me beneath the solitary tree, in a field of green, and told me of now life would change, and how I would become the man I was meant to be.


Submitted: May 24, 2021

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