By Fintan Bowles
Loneliness is something we all fear,
We hate being without people,
and secretly want everyone to be near;
Our friends, our family, our steeple.
If we run too long without our batteries,
Then we power down, ourselves a dispeople.
We tend to think of loneliness as a mechanical fault on our behalf,
Whether or not it’s a decision we’ve made or a personality feature,
We always blame it, and feel it, hidden in a laugh,
But loneliness isn’t a malevolent creature.
Loneliness is kind,
Loneliness is a teacher.
When you’re alone, in your room, only a cloud hidden sky to view,
Loneliness sleeps by your bed side, curled up, a feathered snake,
You clamber into bed and it wraps around you,
Loneliness is a reminder, not a mistake,
A reminder of the fact you are loved, whether by others or yourself,
A boost on a journey to make.
You can spend hours weeping, or staring through glass,
Hoping for them to come through the door and hug your stand,
But they’re there, out in the world, your worries equal to their last.
When one isn’t there in flesh, they are there in hand,
When you need them most.
Loneliness gives to emotions what is not banned.
If we had no loneliness, we would have no push, no shove,
To be lonely is to feel. Animals avoid loneliness, as do we, in our animal nature,
I love being lonely, because I, a primate, loves being loved.
Thank you loneliness, you beautiful creature.
I will hold you close tonight, I always will,
Loneliness is something that makes you miss her.