I felt alone today, by myself in a great big world, my mind and heart yearning for a familiar closeness that just wasn’t there.

I guess for the first time I faced the gravity of my reality.  I am, in fact, alone, by myself, detached from the world at large – a barren island of sorts, surrounded by a sea of destitution and braving a storm of bereavement…  all alone.

As do most, I too took for granted having a place of refuge amid adversity, finding truth in that bitter sentiment – ‘you don’t know what you’ve got until its gone’.

At one point in time, no matter where or what I faced, there was a place I could find solace and security, a harmonic vibration, a channel I could tune in that reassured comfort, confidence and completeness.  It was a source of strength that superseded all anxiety, fortified fortitude and boosted morale.

My quiet place silenced the chaotic chatter, providing a sense of still, and the much needed presence of peace.   A stronghold, shielding against every advancement of the adversary, the cornerstone of an unwavering foundation.

Loving arms, listening ears, and a well of wisdom that shone like a beacon of light; giving guidance along my journey.  If I veered off course or found myself lost and astray, that same light beckoned, correcting any misdirection.  It was a luminous love that calmed every raging water, gently guiding me home.

No matter the distance, if I called, she’d come.  Despite the odds, she stood tall, head high and proud… that I was her son.  My mothership has sailed, leaving me behind… alone… by myself… another prisoner of time.

ABOUT THE WRITER.   This is the first piece I have posted by Carter Cooper. WITS writers are all special and unique, and when I get a submission from someone new who has that ‘something’ it reminds me, once again, why we are here. I saved this for Mother’s Day. I look forward to seeing more from Mr. Cooper. If you would like to contact him, please reach out to me directly.