AloneA Poem by K. N. GrafHe looked at me and asked, “Why do you live your life alone, Isolated from others at times?” And as I turned to look at him, I instantly wanted to return with a sarcastic quip. “Alone? I’m not alone. I live my life as I see fit. I’m quiet, yes, But I like the world that I have around me. “ “But isn’t it lonely,” he responded. “Don’t you wish you had someone to call your own?” And that was where I knew he had something wrong. So as I thought of how I would answer him, I was silently for a while. How do describe an atmosphere that someone’s never
experienced? Clearly he lives his life as an extrovert, Living out loud and expressively. For myself, I enjoy the silence. The quiet moments by myself Where getting lost in my thoughts is an adventure. Am I technically alone? Yes. But am I lonely, well no. So when I finally decided to respond, I knew he wouldn’t be content with my answer. But answer him I tried. “I’m ‘alone’ as you say, But I’ve never been lonely, Not one day of my life. You see I have friends and people around me. My life is filed with happiness based on my own terms. I don’t live each day hoping to impress someone, Especially not someone like you. Will I be married one day? Of course. But is that moment today, no. So let me ask you, Are you happy right now? Right now in this moment Can you say that you’re content? If yes, then congratulations. You have found something Most people are still searching for. If no, then go find it. You ask me if I’m lonely, But what about you? I have found my happiness in people and success. Please don’t try to understand my life Because frankly, you’ve never experienced it, Just in the way I’ve never lived yours. We are put here on this earth to live, But most of us forget that. As Ben Franklin once said, ‘Many
people die at twenty five And aren't
buried until they are seventy five.‘ Each day I
try to push myself one step further, Even if I’m
alone. We are not
guaranteed tomorrow, But we are
guaranteed today. I cannot
sit and wait for the world Because my
life is my own.” As I
finished my response, I finally
looked at his face. “So did I
answer your question?” And as he
slowly pondered a response, I saw him
stop, stand up, and leave. And as he
started to walk away I saw him turn. “Thank
you,” he said back to me. And that
was it. © 2013 K. N. Graf |
StatsAuthorK. N. GrafNew Oxford, PAAboutI've been so blessed with the gift of writing. It helps me to release so many emotions that build up inside me sometimes. I've enjoyed writing stories and poems since I was little. Hopefully I'll be a.. more..Writing
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