On My Own

I live alone
I’m on my own
A sentinel
To all I’ve known

You cannot reach
And cannot teach
I’m flotsam lost
Upon a beach

A citadel
Or none at all
My kingdom rises
Slowly falls

I live alone
I’m on my own
How I was born
And how I’ve grown

(c) Helen Valentina 2015, All Rights Reserved

About Helen

I'm drawn to blogging as a way to share ideas and consider what makes us who we are. Whether it's in our working life or our creativity, expression is a means to connect.
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4 Responses to On My Own

  1. Guess you weren’t a twin. Ha ha. πŸ™‚ Really like the second stanza.

  2. Spare and poignant writing.

    Best Wishes


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