that you can go your whole life never meeting
the one who will best understand your soul.
If that's true, then how is it
that I have been blessed
with meeting so many?
The near miss of a person who, if known, would speak to your mind most intimately
walking by you on the street
turns into a serendipity of three rooms, side by side
and one upstairs
two lonely, imaginative spirits together on a playground, day after day
a BBS, a fanworks meetup
a late-night conversation over MSN
spanning worlds of understanding
How on earth did the universe
To me, loneliness is
an alternate timeline
That tiny shift which dislodges the rest of the dominoes so they fall,
and I walk past on the street without knowing you.
the silencing of the voice in the back of my mind that lets me talk to you;
loneliness is not being able to tab over to the next window
switch over to the next app
and say hi.
Loneliness is having no stories to share
with kindred spirits in yellow and black
Loneliness is not being able to break open your heart
and press the half of it to someone else's
to admire the imperfect join.
Loneliness is not being able to walk through someone else's thoughts in text
to greet another timezone
to expand your mind beyond anything
you thought it was possible to be.
This is not to say
that I don't feel loneliness, because I do –
in fits and starts, between connections –
but always the exception
never the rule.
A/N: I recently watched a School of Life video about 'Why We're Fated to be Lonely', which sparked off some thoughts about how many kindred spirits I've managed to meet in my life, and how amazing it is that I know so many people who "get" me in different ways. So I set down my thoughts in the form of a free-verse poem.
I don't normally write free-verse poetry, because the boundlessness of it scares me - without the constraints of meter and rhyme, how can you be sure your poem is good? How can you distinguish between meaningful poetry and directionless word-vomit? But I've had ideas for free-verse poems pressing at the back of my mind for a while, and finally this time I grabbed a pen and a notebook and followed the words to see what happened. And I really enjoyed the result. This poem is still sort of a WIP; I might tweak it a bit more before I share it more widely, but I've been dying to write something new that I can share on Ello for months now, so here you go :)
You don't need to watch the video in order to understand the poem, but it gives it a bit of extra depth and context, so I've included it below for anyone who's interested.
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