Posture

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Why is it so hard to be alone

So painful
Like a stinging nettle grasping my bones
Some days it collapses my frame
And ill never understand it
Instead I live with it
These traumatic incidences
That push me further outside the fences
Watching others parade around inside
Switching partners in misinformed lines
The dogs bite my wings
And I’m off flying again
To land in another meadow
Alone I stay, alone I go
Misery is not my company
Neither is happiness
I step along the stones of shifting circumstances
Isolated
Yet always waiting
For hands.
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