Helen Cottee
ache - a poem
Yesterday I felt incredibly lonely. My reaction to aloneness is fear and I can start to feel panic rising as I notice the way that loneliness shouts messages at me of who I am and who I’m not. I usually distract or numb out of loneliness but instead of pulling out too quickly, I am beginning to allow myself to sink into it to learn what can only be found underneath the fear. This is not easy, but I wonder if this could be one of the blessings of this season – the things we find when we’re finally still enough and alone enough to sink lower.
today the ache of my soul's aloneness
tugged continuously on my sleeve
begging me to find it a home
where it could finally belong.
I saw its silent desperation for connection
and in the absence of answers
we sat side by side
and without distracting her from the pain
we decided to let it break
our collective heart
and teach us that the ache
is the invitation to something deeper.
