Whirlpool
The only way out is in
Move in
Only when you realise there is nowhere to go
Nowhere to move on
It is all there is
You realise perhaps you didn’t need to do it alone
You could have shared it
The beauty of the shared experience
It is all there is
What moves us
It
It moves
Writing moves her away
Sometimes
To the place where lonely feels safe
Where lonely doesn’t feel alone
It moves her in
To the knowing that
The only way out is in
Where does it begin where does it end
It is everything and nothing
It was always here
It is always now
And now and now and now
It is all there is
Just move it.
The paradox of loneliness
She realises she must write to know and she cannot experience fully when she is writing
She lets go of her writing to experience again
Maybe she knew all along it might stop her from living
Rereading herself it seems she had already found out through writing
The more she thinks about words and the universes of misinterpretations unfolding, the more lonely and misunderstood she feels
Maybe that’s why a part of her doesn’t want to let her write
Why it stiffens her neck and makes her feel the weight of her own head
Why it twists her spine when she doesn’t listen
A part resists to protect her
So that she doesn’t find out how lonely it feels?
The paradox of it is not lost on her
When she feels both connected and alone
When does it start when does it end
It is always now
It is all there is
All alone