Poetry by Jennifer Olston

The winding paths of life
Bring me to realize
I walk alone

For all the days in my life
Some good, some bad
I walk alone

Through every crevice in the hill
And the strength of my will
I walk alone

Through love or tenderness
Love fills emptiness
I walk alone

Every need or feeling
I have begged, kneeling
Yet, I walk alone

Every disaster brings sadness
The vein of emptiness hardens
I walk alone

So I ask myself
Is there peace to thyself?
Yes, there is,
Nature is my peace!
Yet, I walk alone