Loneliness
Loneliness
It comes in the oddest of places
It comes when I need to be alone
There’s a solace in quiet, and a place that no one knows
but me
A feeling that can’t be touched, unless it is alone to feel
And yet, from solace there is the longing
To be loved, to be held, to be cherished, to be made
To feel that I’m the One amongst many
I can’t explain what it is that feels the need to hide, in order to express its need to be seen
Only that it smiles when it has time for that secret room, where magic and peace reside
A peace that dissolves, one particle at a time, when I realize that an empty room is as hollow as it sounds
And so I remain, trapped in this paradox that is my centre
To live day after day, pulled from silence to sound, running to hide only to find fear in the dark
I am alone, and yet, I am sure there is one,
That someday, somehow, will bring me new life
To touch, finally, that place in my heart
that so desperately needs to be joined
To heal, then to smile
Then to sleep
