By Jenny Benham
I walked alone through the Jungle within
Walked alone searching for a friend.
I stopped – and for a moment – just a moment, I heard the wind whisper
in my ear
Yet – still day by day I sat in the full darkness of the sun
I stood alone – in a crowd of thousands
Hoping, searching, wishing for a friend, a friend who would have faith in
Who would comfort me when I am alone,
Would help me up each time I fell
Who would shelter me in the storm and rejoice with me in the rising of
Who would be forever with me, close by my side
Who would see my chaos as camouflage behind which I would no
longer need to hide.
How many miles must I walk?
How many mountains must I climb?
How many fathoms must I swim?
Am I forever destined to be alone with this pain
This anguish, this shame?
Can no one see me?
Am I but a shadow without essence?
Must I forever be haunted by the calling of my name?
But then gently, quietly amongst the shredding roar of the storm, the
wind whispered once more –