This is from some of my work from many years ago. I rediscovered an old working journal while looking for some other of my writing notebooks and decided to revisit some of these works. Some that I will be posting over the course of the next few days I have reworked to make them a little more relevant, some to remove some references that were a little to personal, and some just because they were not as polished as I thought that could be.
This piece was dated 1993 in my working journal.
Your life is my life
We are intertwined inseparably, our souls meshed into one.
Yet we remain apart.
We seem as one
our thoughts, passions, emotions and feelings in tune.
Yet we are alone.
As closely as we are bound
by ties of love and trust and consuming need.
Yet there is a divide.
What goes unspoken
separates us.
What goes unshared
drives the loneliness.
what goes hidden
divides us.
I cannot be where I am not welcome.
unspoken words and unshared thoughts are like a locked door
that separates us.
There is no trust
where trust is not given, expressed, and offered.
trust is the key.
I fear the worst.
The hidden, the unspoken, the unshared.
The doom that befalls us.
The separation of silence
the destroys the beauty of what we share and crave.
Your life is my life.