Bereft
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Bereft
Layers upon layers lie within
we are each hidden one from another,
at times a prison where no one understands
and seeking to communicate only makes things worse,
perhaps it is then that compassion is learned
empathy developed,
since the lesson is that we all experience ourselves alone
often bereft of comfort or understanding.
When the cold wind of isolation blows,
the only warmth possible
is the simple understanding from another
that perhaps the chasm cannot be crossed,
no one to blame,
yet in that companionship is found.