IN MOMENTS BETWEEN THE SILENCES I FEEL ALONE

In moments between the silences I feel alone
Though surrounded by you all in our home.
You capture me through my voice
Pulling me to a place where we might rejoice.
And through the strained and crushing moments, hidden
We together push along a path forbidden;
Entering this clear way of despair
Requires that we chance and dare
To be ourselves along the way
And accept that in our play
Others may not see our whole
And pick away at our soul.

In grasping at the parts we see
You will only ever know a part of me.
I hope that in the bits you know
I, in at least some ways, show
A kind and haunted man
Who has demonstrated that he can
Engage in life in a full way
And not too often betray
The fallibilities of us all;
Rather, full grown and standing tall.

David Scanlon – England – (1963 - )

Scanlon. D (2016) The Poet, The Prisoner and The Fool. The Foolish Poet Press, Wilmslow, England. IN MOMENTS BETWEEN THE SILENCES I FEEL ALONE. Page Number 12.