A cold December wind blew through that September day like yesterday’s dream. The pewter clouds rolled across the sky. Ghosts of the past lurked within every nook and cranny.
As I reflected upon my life’s journey, I came to the realization that it has been a road of broken glass and barbed wire. Many gallons of blood I have shed. When I’m not bleeding for myself, I’m bleeding for those around me.
My past haunts me. My future scares me. My present is just a combination of what has been, and what will be. For the few accomplishments that I have made, the rewards have been merely material; but money is not my quarry.
People surround me, however, loneliness is the enemy that burns me every time. All of the acquaintances in the world cannot come close to equaling one true friend.
But, through the gloomy chill of loneliness, my heart aches for another, because deep inside my soul I know that somewhere out there, someone else is missing out on something too.
Written by
Tammy Fay Siboloski