I wrote this on Suffolk Sue’s blog..it’s kinda like a poem
“ My loneliness is intermittent and cunning,
It catches me unawares, when I least want it to
Most of the time I’m fine and grateful to have what I have
But loneliness still lurks like a child’s monster under my bed”
Before you say anything, I’m not moaning just observing xx
ReplyDeleteI wasn't going to say anything.
DeleteLoneliness is like gridf, catches you unawares, often for no discernable reason. I have started to liken it to a bucket of water: all odd things through a day of week happen and fill the bucket, which overflows when you least expect it. Life's lesson is to let it happen, as bottling it up makes it worse to live with and worse when it does finally overflow. And trying to analyse is often self defeating. So just let it happen, and pass by. Ancestry again, remembering there are a lot of people out there on your side just not with you at this particular moment.
ReplyDeleteTonight it snuck up to me. About pancakes of all things
DeleteI used to always make them on shrove Tuesday
Yes, I get that.
ReplyDeleteMy sister-in-law told me that she thinks grief is like having a hole next to you that you keep falling in. Gradually, you get better at not falling in...but the hole is always there.
As Liz says; we're on your side, just not with you at this moment.
Actually, your cottage won't be big enough for all of us. You'll have to book the village hall!
I like to think the hole gets shallower over time, so you can step in and out more easily, and still keep sight of other parts of life.
DeleteThat's a positive thought to hang on to, thank you, Alison
DeleteJohn - loneliness and grief are so similar. Four years next month and it still creeps up - usually after I have gone to bed, if I can't get off to sleep and I put my hand out to hold his hand and it is not there.
ReplyDeleteSorry to hear that.
ReplyDeleteI forgot it was pancake day!!
ReplyDeleteWhy does life have to be so hard sometimes? Take care John.
ReplyDeleteThat's excellent, and I think it should definitely be called a poem.
ReplyDeleteLove,
Janie
That IS a poem, John, and a compelling one too.
ReplyDeleteOkay...that picture? Totally creeps me out. But I'm sorry you had a lonely day.
ReplyDeleteLoneliness acts a lot like grief. The two do have a lot in common.
ReplyDeleteOh, now I see I share this rare insight with several other brilliant commenters! :D
DeleteCreepy picture - shudder!
ReplyDeleteYou're a poet
Don't you know it?!
Hugs!
I used to feel like that when I was younger. What has worked for me it to ask what these feelings are trying to tell me.
ReplyDeleteI hope it helps to know others feel the same at times. Hugs. xx
ReplyDeleteSpooky
ReplyDeleteYup xo
ReplyDeleteI hope that gets included in your book x
ReplyDeleteYour poem is beautiful. The picture with it is perfect.
ReplyDeleteA well written poem John, food for thought, I can't complain I have a caring husband but at times when I'm out and about doing things on my own it hits me that I'm alone so much of the time as he is unable to do these things anymore, then I tell myself snap out of it which I usually do.
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