We walk this world
on our own path,
at our own pace.
We walk together.

My brother and my sister
are next to me, but
do I know his or her name?
do I feel his or her pain?

I walk alone my path
because I choose to.
My heart is tore apart
by this loneliness.

Why can't I open myself
to whom is walking beside me?
I blame the lack of time,
but it's my shyness.

Now I'm here, and
I have all these people,
who maybe feel the same.
I have joy again.

TLW

That was nice...

So true Miguel

Shyness,
fear,
fear of rejection
fear of pain
fear of being vulnerable

And perhaps a touch of self-preservation
selfishness not in arrogance
but with a fear that philanthropy might be seen as naivety
and may be taken for granted or even abused

It’s difficult to reach out
especially for those who have tried
and who have been scorched by the sweltering ambers of hell

Not everyone is receptive to love
and many mistrust it
suspecting that it may be a guise for an angry agenda of hate

Walk with those with whom you feel in-step
Dance with those with whom you share the spirit
Apologize to those whose toes have inadvertently wandered beneath your
feet

And when you’re tired of walking
row, row, row your boat
forever toward your dream

For in the end it’s the only vessel for which you are truly at the helm
unless, of course, you find a mate
and together become a team

Thank you James

very nice hun

very good one as usually keep up the good work

TLW,,, Beautiful