I hope you enjoy this piece as much as I did. It was achingly human.
I found myself dwelling in the past
looking for the remains of the old me
wondering, how I used to feel.
What I found was
The love in my blood had drained
The trust I had in people had died
And the loneliness had embraced me
Since the night I stayed awake and cried.
Should I fear it, I questioned
What makes me a human, I don’t feel it anymore
Its been a while since I have felt a touch
I haven’t been touched in a while
touched by kindness
touched by love
touched by affection
I’m locked inside a prison of isolation
No one has come to see me yet
No one tried to free me yet
No one seems to be bothered by my absence
No one cares if I’m doing okay or not.
So I’ve decided to adopt it
Embrace the loneliness to used it for good.
I shut myself in
far away from the world
from the world where nobody cared anything I said
I start to live on my own
inside a big empty hall,
I start to explore,
explore the walls
see if they can protect me
or can they be broken by the storm
The storm lurking outside
waiting for me to go out
so it can devour me from inside
I live by myself
drawing, writing, praying.
drawing poetry, writing stories and saying my prayers
so I can learn to appreciate my solitude
and turn my flaws into art.
Beautiful. You use the right word ‘ achingly human’.
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Glad you enjoyed it, Indira!
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Thank you very much for sharing.. I truly feel blessed 🙂
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It was my pleasure! This piece has struck a chord with many people! Your writing and the sentiment is exquisite! ❤
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I can’t express in words how happy it makes me receiving such lovely words from you. Thank you ❤
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Beautiful!
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Yes, it is! 🙂
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This is an amazing piece, Susi! Brava!
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It is! I’m glad I found it to share with everyone. 🙂
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Wow this was incredible
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I thought so too!
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I was reading and it felt like I was doing spoken word poetry.
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That’s as a great compliment!
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