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It is an emotion we've all come to despise,
even if we were to realize
that we are loved by our own,
and yet at times it appears that this enamor is never shown.

"Loneliness" is just a minuscule portion of ourselves that cries out
to do more, to be more, to become more; yet our doubts
fall as a shadow, clouding our devout
and divine connections.

This pit you cannot shake,
your history that you cannot remake,
your shame that crashes down as the tides; a hellish wake.
It's the pure feeling of being abandoned...
to be left in solace.

Some say they prefer to remain in the quiet,
to clear their conscience and to regain control.
Others, however, allow their wrath to roil and roll...
Yet.. "It is called enlightenment."

It comes in six forms, interpersonal, social, cultural, intellectual, psychological, and existential.
We shall review all, so that our spirit can be made whole and we may stand tall.

You grow fond of one that you can trust;
you follow your heart, and tell yourself that you must
carry on, persevere, and continue to develop --
and they betray you, and thieve you out of lust.

The forms grow worse as the list goes on..

Pacing along, you pray to meet the right people,
to gain a new circle of allies at your feet.
Yet, they do not accept outsiders in their fringe,
and so they sew their own pleat.
You are not apart of their creation; you're just an excess fabric.

The forms grow worse as the list goes on..

Due to circumstance, many had to flee their homes,
for the fear of their lives and wellbeing.
They live in a new country, republic, or state --
feeling more so segregated by race, religion, or by their uncleaned slate
they cannot comprehend the new tongue, and they question..
"Is failure my new fate?"

The forms grow worse as the list goes on..

An honor roll student, at the peak of their pride
is set aside to be clutched at the caboose of the train,
held in a grasp that dares to snide. Now, no matter how hard
they try, no matter how brilliant they are,
they are just another number.

The forms grow worse as the list goes on..

One is born, and they are deemed "different."
They bear a limp, and are stuck behind.
"Is this a curse or a gift?"
They are ridiculed, yet are nearly innocent.
All that they desire is a single friend..
a single light that will walk with them until the end.

The forms grow worse as the list goes on,
and now we've reached that one.

It is the ultimate feeling of loneliness.
It isn't feeling weary in a room with many people,
it is merely you, the skies, the sea, and the earth.
It provides for you, and also threatens to remove you
from existence. This, my friends,
is the form of loneliness, deemed to be the worst affliction of all..
cosmic.

There isn't a single reference point. It's non-existent, just like you,
in time. This feeling is of total emptiness, of damnation. You plead
to be spared, to be forgiven, and to repent.
This isolation is merely your greatest lament.

Out of nowhere, the skies part and sever,
just like your heart. A single hymn plays,
an ode to the waves, it descends.

You are loved.
You have a friend.
You are protected; shielded and they are thwarted.
You are talented. Everyone is.
You are alive. Celebrate it!
You are no longer alone.