The Conundrum of Being Alone
Baby photos galore
What a bore
Just kidding, so beautiful
An expecting mom with a bump
But mind-numbing for those of us on a different path
Meandering through life
Impulsive decisions and circumstances lead to a life full of short romance that is fleeting
Love comes and goes but mostly stays away
Lost in a world of social media posts of adoration and affection
Loneliness brews on those days of the month that no female enjoys
What can you to do but continue on
In this exact moment I feel lucky to be alone
The next I feel the tears could flow as steadily as a river raging after rain
My heart aches simultaneously to my soul singing free
The burden of me, a strong independent individual not prescribing to the picket fence.
I'd rather be alone than the wrong person
But do my standards not allow for the right person?
Some find the one early, some arrive late, and for some their searching is never done.
Am I caught on a hamster wheel spinning my heels to no avail?
Racing and chasing always landing in the same spot in which I begun
I’m tired of being alone whilst tired of being told it's not okay to be alone
In this moment I feel l am exactly where I need to be
But in the next I miss affection and connection
Why do I want perfection?
Is it a desire for a fabricated person atop a pedestal?
Or have I simply not found the one to keep me still?
In this exact moment I feel content to be alone
And that is okay.