I am a Rock

I recently purchased a Simon & Garfunkel album, forgetting how much I loved listening to them. There is one song that has always been a favorite of mine, though now I feel it holds a special resonance with me at my present state in life. At least, at times, I feel this way:

I am a Rock

(P. Simon)

A winter's day

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.