Loneliness

Loneliness… 
A spell we cast upon ourselves. 
That we paint black with judgement.
“Im not good enough”,
“I cant do this”.
Ive been spending my days searching,
For somewhere soft to fall, 
Somewhere buried to hide.
Everytime, 
I come up empty handed, 
Forced to look in the mirror, 
Once again.
Just me,
Raw. 
Loneliness,
A projection of my own insecurity, 
Fear,
Of being forgotten, 
Not being needed. 
But I know this,
Ive known this before.
Cyclic, 
Nostalgic,
Deja vu,
Manifesting again!
I thought this was gone, 
But its back, 
I cant let it win again. 
Loneliness, 
The ultimate temptress, 
To fall back into the ease of comfort. 
But that isnt the purpose of life is it?
Because that soft place to fall, 
That space to crawl into, 
Needs to be yourself,
and cannot be found externally. 
There is no hiding, 
Where there is nowhere to hide. 
There is no running, 
Where there is nowhere to run. 
There is only,
you,
alone, 
not,
lonely.

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