A LONELY GIVEN TIME

“A LONELY GIVEN TIME”

BY SHEB SCHEBELLA

I was in Michigan this week at a cabin of mine for a few days, and I was going through an old scrap book. I found this thought I had put to paper when I was 17. It is odd to look back at myself on how and how not I have changed. There's a preacher and a poet inside every one of us; and I think sometimes it just may be hiding, but we may be able to find them given time.
I'm living in a lonely world, waiting n a lonely girl who just might love me given time. Sometimes I'm driving down a lonely road wondering where I lost my soul and hoping it just may find me given time. I was once rolling down a lazy river, she never told me that she loved me, but at least her hand was in mine. I say a lonely prayer to a lonely God every lonely night, but I guess he just doesn't have the time. Because if he did I don't think I would be feeling this way tonight, but maybe one day he will answer me given time. I suppose it's a good thing that I don't hold grudges. I hope one day I can grow to be a man of courage. I hope I can be a man that protects all things kind given time. I hope I can grow to be a man that wears is heart out on his sleeve and accept all the bruises it need be. I hope I can help children never feel that they must pass through this world like ghost, I hope I can do these things given time.
I was walking through the forest and a deer had broken across my path, then he stopped suddenly to stare at me, and then slowly walked a way. He was not afraid of me, and that gave me a great sense of warmth deep inside. It made me feel as if I was a part of the forest and not some unwelcome intruder. I do believe I was born two hundred years to late. I would have enjoyed living in a much slower time when people took the time to sit and share adventures, and tall tales. A time when stories were read from books out load while others gathered around fire light to paint private visions of their own. I would have liked to have lived in a time when loneliness could not be found. But I believe there has never been such a time.
I take a lonely walk in the lonely pouring rain, perhaps it will wash away the lonely pain given time. I suppose a lonely life is better than no life at all; for I have seen cruel death and it is a very, very lonely place of endless time. I hope one day that the world finds me given time. It is a friend I truly need more than anything. All will be well, given time.