Again catching up, this is a poem I wrote a couple of years ago - -

The Many Faces of Alone

 

Alone is your mind, your space, your hole in the dark

It’s your refuge, your hideaway, your safety; it’s where you make your mark

Alone is your home, your first thought and last stand, it’s where you can be you

It’s your common theme, your default setting. It may be sad but it’s true

 

 

Alone is also your champion, your boost, your pick me up when I’m down

Alone can be laughing to yourself, a cheeky smile to wipe away your frown

Alone is your friend and your lover, your father and your mother; the feather in your cap

Alone keeps you focused, keeps you going. Alone can keep you on track

 

 

Alone is anger, it is despair, it is rage against the dying light

It is your sorrow, it is your misery, and it is your fear when you have no more fight

Alone is your tears, your anguish, and your hall in which to cry

Alone will keep you imprisoned, when all you want to do is fly

 

 

 

Alone is your wisdom, your glory and your power

Alone can be your victory, stood atop your shining tower

Alone is reflection, happiness in your feat

Alone can be job done, battle won, challenge accepted and complete

 

Alone is suffering in silence, the battlefield of the mind

Alone is you cowering in the corner when the world is so unkind

Alone is depression, recession, regression – it’s something you cannot escape

Alone is when you have no more hope, when it is all too much to take

 

Alone can be a good book, a great film, a cheeky little nap

It can be a solo drive, a breath of fresh air, or your dog lying in your lap

Alone can be a song in the moonlight, skipping stones on the shore or dancing in the dark

Alone may be a sunset bench, a fireside chair or chilling in the park

 

Alone is your resistance, your passion, your strength and your steel

Alone can be what bounces you back, full of zest and full of zeal

Alone is you saying “no more”, “that all you got?” and “do your worst” too

Alone can really be all you need, to help you say – “hey world: fuck you!”

 

 

 

 

Alone can be those you loved and lost, with you forever and a day

Alone can be all the moments that you regret, filling you with shame and dismay

Alone can also be a reminder of lighter moments, of sweeter times gone by

Alone can let you choose to laugh, when you might be moved to cry

 

Alone is at your shoulder, with you every night and day

If it’s just yourself, or in a crowd of hundreds, alone is there come what may

Alone sneaks up without notice. Alone is ready and always there

Even if you can forget for just a moment, alone stays when you are not aware

 

Alone is with you whether you walk or run, when you stand in light or in dark

Old or young, fat or thin, rich or poor, happy or sad – alone cannot tell us apart

So alone is with you however you feel, thus on you it truly all depends

For alone may or may not be how your song started, but alone is how it ends

October 2018