Alone (copyright 9/19/86 Kerri-Ellen Kelly)

Alone

When the knowing of the gnawing and the itch of untold lore
Is the push that sends me flying toward that distant lonely door
And the fear of what will follow is the chain that binds me here
In the blinding roaring whirlwind that surrounds my hungry fear.

Though I play a giddy maiden who is looking for her knight
Or a world-weary woman with her jaded ears and sight
Or a duty-conscious mother to battle each imagined slight
Alone, I have no audience to persuade to ease my plight.

Alone, I sit and dream
Alone, I dream of peace
Alone, the peace eludes me
Alone, my roles must cease.

And so must e'er alone I be, to wend my way through pain;
Must I fight inside and out, with agony so plain?
If I find another who will share his cross with me,
Then perhaps his shoulder will be there to share my destiny.

Then ever do I wander to search for kin and kind
And always do I look for another kindred mind
To help me chase my fears away;
To help me spend a rainy day;
To help me both to work and play
And open my eyes and heart so blind.