A Dark Stranger
He stood at the door all these years knocking. I refused to let him in.
He was frightening, foreboding and at times even ugly.
It seemed he wanted all the attention and I had no time or tolerance for such a stranger.
I was busy building the life I thought I should be building of success, recognition, and reward.
But now, his knock had become relentless; louder, unending and distinct. How can I refuse him any longer! He has entered.
Though an orphan and at times very sad, he’s not who I thought he was. All he ever wanted was to be heard amidst his tears, to be held during his fears, and to be comforted and accepted during his agony.
I have not only discovered a new friend but he has introduced me to other friends I didn’t know he had; wisdom, creativity, courage, even love.
Loneliness is a scary, dark stranger that many of us would prefer death rather then feel lonely. Yet I discovered, once allowed in he (or she), shows us a beauty that only he can reveal.
-dd January 2010