Whispers of the breeze…

‚ÄčI hear the whispers of the breeze…
As it meanders through the trees….
“Alone you stand, stranger in your own land”

When life strips you off of all that you think is your own….
Blinded despite having vision and sight….
Repelled by emotions that hitherto allured….
Orphaned by souls that were your own….
Broken apart by love that used to bind….
Hurt by healing that once was….
A tear and a sigh, 

Maybe it is all part of a big lie ,
Or Just a perennial unaswered why,
Maybe they who expect are who ‘ll always cry,
Eyes that run dry …. unable to even anymore cry…

And all night long awake as I lie… 
I hear the whispers of the breeze…
While it meanders through the trees….
“Alone you stand, stranger in your own land”