Loneliness feels like a cloud,

low-hanging, heavy,

pressing in until

it’s hard to see past yourself,
hard to reach for the hands

you know are out there—

other people,

other shadows in their own fog.

Take the first step:

a text, a call,

a moment of honesty that says,d

“Here I am.”

It’s not easy—

it feels raw, exposed,

but the connection

breaks the quiet.

Once, life was noise:

family bustling,

laughter spilling over.

Now it’s you,

your thoughts,

the TV filling space,

the radio pretending

to be company.

But silence isn’t forever.

Even clouds drift.

Even the loneliest echoes

find a voice.

Wendi 03/12/24