Alone

I am alone, in spite of love,
In spite of all I take and give—
In spite of all your tenderness,
Sometimes I am not glad to live.

I am alone, as though I stood
On the highest peak of the tired gray world,
About me only swirling snow,
Above me, endless space unfurled;

With earth hidden and heaven hidden,
And only my own spirit's pride
To keep me from the peace of those
Who are not lonely, having died.

by Sara Teasdale

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A gentle reflective piece with just a touch of angst. I guess there are times when we all feel a pang of regret that our dreams fail to materialize, but all in all, life is about appreciating what we 'have' rather than bemoaning what might have been. Love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥