Loneliness swings in its own unique way.
It’s shelters, it shines, it keep happiness at bay.
Here I sit, aching tooth and aching soul,
Wondering whether it is weird that I feel a grey and ancient 25 year old.
But these times will come:
The connection, the friends, the fun.
And if you open your eyes to see, it is already here,
It just might not be as present as in previous years.
But perhaps this is a vital part if this time of healing:
Getting to know this sadness and isolation is only a feeling.
Getting to know this really to be true.
Getting to know that loneliness doesn’t define you.