Poem -
STRANGE COMFORT
There is strange comfort
In this lack of love
That rises
With the air below
And coats me
With
Indifference
And I have come to like it
Well enough
These lazy days
Of nothingness
To want not
To need not
And have nothing
To give
To be excused
From expectation
And all effort
And duration
A release of sorts
Some would say
To selfishly own
All of my days
Spending time
Alone
My way
In idle reflection
And I miss
Nothing
There is nothing
To miss
Save the deceit
Of the friendship
Or loves
Bitter kiss
And it is better now
For the lack of it all
Tis my own hand I trust
To help me up when I fall
And there is strange comfort
In that.
Marion Price (2020)
Comments
A very honest endearing poem my friend xxx
Thanks Jill 💕
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Sometimes the greatest peace is to be found within ourselves Marion..Lovely write my friend! Lodigiana x
Thankyou Lodigiana...appreciated 💕
Thankyou Lodigiana, appreciated always 💕
Hi Marion....I think it is admirable to have such strength to be independent and have peace in being reliant on one's self and being alone. I am not a very independent person....always wanting validation from others that I am needed, and I am not proud of that...but just know my nature to want to be a people pleaser. As much as I have gotten hurt in life, you would think I would become cynical and want to be alone...but thank God for my children to be a constant in my life to show what unconditional love looks and feels like. To trust in one's self is a great strength. Love n Hugs, xo ;)
Hi Cherie, I am fiercely independent but this is just a perspective write. I am divorced but am very rarely alone, but when I am...I do love it ....thankyou 💕
“Save the deceit
Of the friendship
Or loves bitter kiss”
Takes years and experience to find comfort in
the quiet solitude of self. Very well expressed.
Yes there is great peace in quiet reflective moments but also in the joy of being surrounded by family and friends....happiness is in knowing and appreciating the different kinds of joy I think...thankyou 💕