Loneliness

A Bird Alone

0319.2025

Don’t let loneliness crush you with its starkness

or the weight of all it never says.

Let it be a bird—

a restless thing lifting you higher.

When the arms that could hold you are gone,

when the voice of warmth has dimmed,

remember—

loneliness is nothing, truly nothing.

And in that nothing, space to breathe,

to move unshaped by anyone’s hands,

to stand beneath the sun,

bare,

unbound,

entirely your own—

You will find all life’s freedom.

m.c.f.