Sometimes I live inside myself alone
A selfish place that serves no one but me
And there I miss the things that I’ve been shown
The things that if I saw would set me free
So hindsight shows me I’m not really served
I tell myself I should be more aware
And face the balls, the straight ones and the curved
And open to the things that others share
Alone in me is not the strength I seek
Nor is it a reflection of myself
For without nourishment a soul grows weak
And leaves a parcelled heart upon the shelf
If I have let you down and not been there
I hope you know it’s not that I don’t care.
Just another sonnet with a message for you.