Surely it is a curse
to be as I am,
alone and left
without tears for company.
No thoughts patch
this empty place
inside my soul.
You see my wounds
lurking beyond that
you do not see me.
I am not Forsaken:
surely that is hardest
of all things there are.
I am not alone:
and silently I weep
on Your shoulder.

ŠNovember 3, 2001