We all lead separate lives
Wrapped in our own cocoons
Trusting neither self nor others
To witness our private wounds.
Sometimes our eyes may meet
Across a table, over coffee
Threatening to bare our souls-
In panic, we then try to flee.
Our trials and tribulations
Are unique, convinced are we:
No one, we are certain,
Can comprehend our misery.
Never realizing how all of us
Struggle with similar pain
Facing, and braving similar fears
Alone, in our shells we remain.
haha! These two look like just like my two for the ‘serenity photo challenge’ today. I think they made up and went to the beach….
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