An Emptiness like Home

Just a poem written on impulse about isolation and loneliness and learning to love and accept being alone.

it's all for me, you see

no need for an audience

I've never been afraid of the dark

or long silences

I can't start now

I know the sound of one's own voice

reverberating backwards

like the sound of a slap in an empty room

I've learned to know the itch of an ill

fitting body

Fallen into the ache of a life tied

too tightly around me

I've learned to carry my own burdens

to slowly crack and heal 

when I can

So you see, this is all for me

I can exist fully

I don't need to be seen to be.

Reviews

[James Paulin]

Another provocative train of thought. Introspection allows self acceptance, humility, and empathic or sympathetic humanity. Your poems all reflect on relationships it seems.

[Distant horizons]

Beautifully written. Poignant and soulful.
Excellent work.