In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “I Am a Rock.” Is it easy for you to ask for help when you need it, or do you prefer to rely only on yourself? Why?
“I Am A Rock”
In a deep and dark December;
I am alone,
Gazing from my window to the streets below
On a freshly fallen silent shroud of snow.
I am a rock,
I am an island.
I’ve built walls,
A fortress deep and mighty,
That none may penetrate.
I have no need of friendship; friendship causes pain.
It’s laughter and it’s loving I disdain.
I am a rock,
I am an island.
Don’t talk of love,
But I’ve heard the words before;
It’s sleeping in my memory.
I won’t disturb the slumber of feelings that have died.
If I never loved I never would have cried.
I am a rock,
I am an island.
I have my books
And my poetry to protect me;
I am shielded in my armor,
Hiding in my room, safe within my womb.
I touch no one and no one touches me.
I am a rock,
I am an island.
And a rock feels no pain;
And an island never cries.
Wander Woman 
Thanks for the lyrics. Lot’s of memories among the words.
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Hard to believe the song came out in 1966. Yup, lots of memories.
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This is from a time when music was music. I was born a decade later but enjoy much of the music from the mid to late sixties and relate to it more than current music.
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I agree. Thanks for reading Wander Woman.
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