Loneliness was the comfortable blue shirt that you wore
Wrapping it tightly around you
Helping you to feel safe from harm
Lonelieness was the deep blue sea you dived into
After all the hurt made your body ache
For the soft drowning of water
Loneliness was the storm that blew up
When they left you alone
And the cracks in the windows
Could not hold out the rain
Loneliness oh so familiar
Was what most came to feel like home
Transforming itself
Over time
Into solitude
A cosy womb
That gave you a way
To find your way home
To your soul again
Emerging From The Dark Night 
A wonderful, thought-provoking poem. While too much solitude can lead to isolating oneself too much, it is a haven to find out how you think and feel and a safe place that provides relief from a pressing world of people. Your poem, for the first time, showed me why it is so necessary in my life. Thanks so much for sharing it.
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I think that for most of my recent life I have been judged for ‘isolating’ when I was really trying to deal with my sensitive nature and come to terms with so much trauma. Its such a fine line of what feels lonely and what feels comforting about being alone, like connecting more deeply with nature and the unseen realms and trauma opens us to this dimension so why pathologise us for isolating? I feel there is an entire post in this. Thank you for sharing this and much love.
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