Life can be a lonely place…
Even surrounded by people
The ache of solitude can get so strong.
An overwhelming tide of responsibilities
The undertow of everyone else’s happiness
The grinding sands of your own failings and flaws
All you want is love, a little intimacy
Someone to take care of you for a little while.
The touch of a hand on your cheek,
A shoulder strong enough to hold all your tears.
Life is a lonely place…
Sometimes the only person left to pick you up is you
It hurts so bad
The exhaustion of just existing drags you down
It becomes an evil cycle of just maintaining
But not well enough to get ahead.
Every failure becomes the truth
And every success, a short lived lucky shot.
The spiral into darkness is not a choice
It is an unplanned ride down a greased spiral slide.
Once at the bottom you have to choose
Live there or try to climb back out…
Life is lonely…
We walk the Earth in a soft solitary shell
Touching those around us, but rarely ever joining
When we finally shuffle off this mortal coil
All we have are the choices we made in this life.
The way we touched others and how we cared for the world
We don’t need to be perfect, or strong
We don’t need to be happy, or a “success”
We just need to be ourselves…
Life is… lonely…
We are not alone.
Thank you to everyone who joined me for the month of April… the NaPoWriMo challenge of writing a poem everyday was, I hope, a success. I have to admit some days were harder than others. But writing is a good way to get out feelings I can’t really voice in any other way. If you have read this far, you have likely read my poem above… I do live with depression, and I have loved ones who also struggle with it… including two of my children. I can not take the pain away, but I can understand. I can tell you that even in your most deepest, darkest pit… you are not alone. I’m right there next to you………….. and if you just reach out, I will enfold you in my arms and we will hug each other in the darkness………………….. If enough of us hug each other, eventually a little sunshine will break through… and a little laughter is sure to follow.
Image and words by Cicely Robin Laing © 2015