Loneliness' Embrace
Soft duvet encasing your body like a womb
Comforting and closed-off from the rest of the world.
Loneliness embraces you
Its grip tight and suffocating
But warm and soothing
With a soft and alluring whisper
Like a siren’s call.
If you spent enough time in your cocoon of solitude
Would you feel brand new again once you emerged into the world?
Like a newborn
Free from any and all thoughts and gloom?
If only.
The thought lingers in the air
And encourages a sigh, curling into yourself
Even more.
Your hand hovers
Just an inch over your dreaded phone
Could you bear seeing messages from your loved ones
Checking up on you
Unable to answer–unable to confront the issue?
Could you bear seeing messages to people you once held so dearly
Suffocating over written words and the unspoken
And the inevitable time gone by?
They would pierce through the pit you had dug for yourself
The shielding cocoon you had woven gruelingly.
The duvet kept you safe–warm, and uninterrupted
By anything or anyone
Where the outside world’s demands seemed
Distant and unimportant.
Loneliness embraces you
It’s touch both nurturing and stifling
A paradox of your own creation.
The duvet was warm but stifling, the mattress soft but ensnaring.
Memories of elation, now a distant haze
In loneliness’ embrace
You are lost in a maze.
Cover Photo by Anna Tarazevich.