in times of seclusion

                   In Times of seclusion

My soul drifts without purpose in times of depression.
It searches vigorously for significance and truth,
Yet finds no direction.

My heart bleeds quietly in times of isolation.
It yearns to find warmth and happiness,
Yet it somehow eludes me.

My eyes seek out visions in times of want.
They gaze endlessly through the blackness that envelops them,
Yet they cannot see the light.

My ears listen earnestly in times of silence.
They search for familiar sounds to comfort and console,
Yet they cannot pierce the darkness that surrounds me.

My arms reach out madly in times of despair.
They seek strength and compassion to enfold me,
Yet they find nothing substantial to enwrap.

My mind cries out desperately in times of solitude.
It poses powerful questions that demand answers,
Yet there are none to be found.

My hand reaches out earnestly in these times of confusion.
It dials the number of a familiar and calming voice,
And gratefully, my lifeline to sanity remains intact.

My brain does not have to run Olympic race
For I know that one hand washes the other