Loneliness

Good afternoon everyone, Happy Throwback Thursday!

Today we travel back to last February (almost a year!) to revisit my poem “Loneliness”. It recalls a time during my Year Abroad six years ago when I was feeling overwhelmingly low and lonely. A lot can be said for the mental benefits of companionship, friendship, communication and general human contact, particularly when you are on your own in a foreign country. Fortunately, much has changed in six years!

As sad as its theme is, I like this poem. Let me know what you think! đŸ™‚

In Emma World

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Until you have been abandoned

By your one thread of sanity

In a cacophony of unfamiliarity

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Alone – #writephoto

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When I was fifteen, I ran away from home.

I had no idea where I was going. I just snatched my dad’s rusted old sports bike from our ramshackle shed and pedalled as fast as my legs could manage. My ears were ringing from the argument. Blood pounding in my head and adrenaline coursing through my body. I cycled through town and out onto the coastal road, towards the darkening western sky. Before long, I reached the cliffs. I leaned the bike against a post and snagged my jeans climbing over the barbed wire fence. I approached the edge of the world, the drop into oblivion. Paused… then sat, hugging my knees into my chest, and burst into tears.

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