Alone
“Don’t feel alone,” she told me,
not even knowing
how alone I really feel.
It made me cry.
I am alone.
Aren’t we all?
We look for companions
to guide us through the wilderness.
We seek answers
in faces that cannot give them.
All we want
is reassurance —
that we are enough,
that we matter,
that someone —
preferably someone we love too —
loves us.
The silence is deafening —
the echo of my own heartbeat
in an empty room.
Alone is the new black. You’re dancing with the “in” crowd. Nice poem.
Beautiful. It’s easy for someone to tell you not to feel alone. But when no one fully sees you or meets you where you are, it’s impossible to not feel that way. Especially when you’re extremely self aware. I love this! 💓