I yearned for friends always,
But many parted ways.
The numbers mattered I thought,
Pain and disappointment it brought.
My mind had fed me a strong potion
that being alone meant lonely.
I lived in denial for many years,
With agony and in tears.
I was fifteen and I was alone,
My mum stayed with me and did not let me groan.
I was eighteen and I had to leave home,
It felt like in Rome I was left alone to roam.
The potion that fed the notion now seemed to wear off,
I felt like a singer with a cough.
Alone felt good,
More of myself I understood.
I fell in love with myself.
I was beautiful and mysterious than life itself.
Now there are no tears or fears,
I did something that none could do in years.
I was the best company I could ever find.
Participating in #HalfMarathon by Blogchatter and it is Day 14!
Also linking it to Friday Reflections by Write Tribe
Finding one’s inner strengths and companionship in our own self are the best things that can happen to us. Being lost and confused in the teens is so common but striving to find answers and actually understanding life in teens is something commendable.
Well done on finally hitting home with the fact being alone isn’t being lonely.
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Some solitary time is a necessity to understand our self, and it isn’t loneliness if it is chosen. It is true, we ourselves are the best company we can ever find. Those who have realised that are lucky ones.
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Nice way of thinking about friendship.True that.Many times we have our heart broken because of friends who ditched us.
This is absolutely adorably strong. Love it 🙂