Travelling Solo

Chill and fog
cloud my senses –
effective distraction
loneliness holds no sway.

Others speed past,
while I advance,
slow, steady –
drawn by an unknown

Presence, who may
or may not receive me well
at this road’s end
I cannot tell.

Pray indifference
does not await me –
have suffered enough
no stomach for more.

Must stop a moment
and rest…darkness
brings its own brand
of cold… I am weary.

I’ll begin anew,
perhaps not so alone,

But loved ones
are preoccupied
others long gone

So the task remains
mine singularly
to further this journey

With faith to carry me
and a prayer for clear
passage to see me through.

(Image from personal collection.)


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Permission to write, paint, and imagine are the gifts I gave myself when chronic illness hit - a fair exchange: being for doing. Relevance is an attitude. Humour essential.

18 thoughts on “Travelling Solo”

  1. Aaah..your words and picture both are beautiful! The older I get, the more indifferent I become. Not that I stop caring but stop caring about what others think, itโ€™s liberating. But yes, solo walking does get lonely sometimes.

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  2. In a sense, we create our solo-ness (and everything we experience) but how true this rings with me:
    Iโ€™ll begin anew,
    perhaps not so alone”
    There are parts of me on a highly solo trek … other parts all wrapped up in husband/kids/friends … I sometimes wish I could share my solo times, but I’m unwilling to let others set those agendas, hence I continue, each day re-choosing to continue solo, making my own choices, free to change my own choices …
    You’ve captured the bluesy edge between precious solitude and too-much solitude.

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