There are shores that remain
ever-etched upon my heart –
emotional tides that tug
and carry me, currents
of past revelations –

I remember drowning
in the swells of loneliness
always the outsider, the grains
of this sentimentality
still shredding my adult soul.

(Tuesdays, I borrow from Twitter @Vjknutson. Image my own)


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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.

25 thoughts on “Grains”

  1. I experienced loneliness after my divorce (many years ago). I surrounded myself with friends. With that said, the feeling still lingered off and on until I remarried.

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  2. I was always an outsider as a teenager, but it was largely by choice. Even at that age I thought the price tag for being an insider was too high. However, I made that choice myself, and I felt a lot of compassion for and defended those who were ridiculed and marginalized.

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    1. I think we outsiders are a breed of our own. I don’t remember feeling loneliness in those days – more after my marriage failed. I was still young.


  3. Those waves of miseries of our pasts, keeps, rushing back up, until, we deal with them, surfed these, waves at their, maximum, capacity, then, they will, slowly, dissipate, away…

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