
Alone is the place I trust most
The place of inward turning where I find myself
And in this silence today
I can hear the inner voice of love
Speaking to me
When the critic’s voice recedes
Leaving me alone in an ocean
That does not drown
But fills my being so full of this benevolent presence
I do not trust the world of humans
And that is sad
For not everyone will defeat me
But after those times where I have felt stomped all over
By someone’s hobnail boots
As they retreat oblivious
It is to this inky silence and softness of the deep within
That I retreat
Which offers me comfort and an open ear
A way to dialogue with despair
And find freedom
Being alone
Makes no demands
Just as nature has no agenda
But to witness and be witnessed
In the depth of that comforting aloneness
Which feels most like home
I love this. I have been trying to write a similar piece. You nailed it.
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Wow really isnt that interesting?. Thanks so much β€ Look forward to reading yours
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Mine is no where near done. And your is great.
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Bless you….maybe the words will come later
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Thanks. I hope so
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I struggled with a few other poems before this one came to me…if its any consolation β€
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Lol
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Wow! I have to reblog this!
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Reblogged this on GettingrealwithPTSD.
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Thank you for the reblog π
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I just copied your poem down in a book I keep of favorite quotes and poems and whatnot. I would love to put your name alongside the poem. If you would be willing, you could email it to me at realityorbust@gmail.com
And, of course, if you would rather not I respect your right to remain anonymous. π
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That is such a lovely compliment my name is Deborah (may just leave my last name blank) β€
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I can relate to this.
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I think so many of us can, Rayne
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Correct ππ₯
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