Poetry

Feeling Alone

“I learned a long time ago
what it meant to feel alone —
and it doesn’t scare me any longer.”

These thoughts of mine. How they rummage around my head in tiny whispers. Like they’re sharing secrets amongst themselves and letting me feel like I’m left on the outside. I suppose I should be used to that by now, but it does still sting when even my own thoughts don’t accept who I am as I am. But that’s okay. I learned a long time ago what it meant to feel alone — and it doesn’t scare me any longer.

© Sarah Doughty
2019

These thoughts,
how they no longer
have power over me.

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