This is one of my favorite poems that I have written. It shows that to get to the "light" we have to stroll down Sorrow's Lane. Sorrow is a friend to respect and learn from, not be bitter about. This poem was written in the mid 1980's during a very dark time in my life. I have since moved to valleys more serene, lush, and green. But I never forget my dark nights of the soul when I felt so alone. Those Dark Nights of the Soul are part and parcel of who we all are! The MYSTICS have always known this and it comes up in their poems and writings and discourses. My Sadness has taught me so much and still does. Joy and Sorrow, like Kahlil Gibran said, are part of the human experience! Embrace it all!
Alone am I in this asylum.
Madness fills the air.
Emptiness fills my heart.
I am embraced today by despair.
What is worse than being locked behind four walls?
Locking yourself inside Hell’s gate.
Feeling alone and unloved by the self
and unable to change one’s life.
I speak many words.
People listen to them.
I wonder if they help them to love.
For better or worse I am talking again.
Does anyone care about me?
Perceptions distort reality.
What is real can never change.
But I change and so do my perceptions.
I create both joy and pain.
I know them well.
They are the foes of peace
They entangle my mind and soul.
Constantly pulling me to and fro.
They ask me to love and hate life.
I must walk on.
No time to stop,
although teardrops fall in my hand.
Fooled by laughter.
Haunted by tears.
In silence I suffer alone.