From alone to aloneness

The grass is wet from last night's tears,
When you chose to swim upstream and the very breathing
became thick,
Your muscles ached, yet you didn't relent,
as if a punishment or a curse followed you into many years
The earth saw saw the silent penance
and cried.

When you questioned the primordial wisdom and 
chose a disoriented sky over the sun,
the path was bound to grow thorns
that kept spreading to the distance you walked isolated.

Every path is not your path,
You whispered to the morning breeze
and turned saint,
The sea suddenly grew around you and 
built an island.

The leaves shook their heads in agreement,
when you walked alone in the lanes to your solitary abode,
your fists wiping away your tears and your head  high
on your shoulders.