I wrote this poem about 8 years ago. Though its boiling hot in the summer. I feel crowded and lonely all at once. I feel like i am looking through the looking glass and merely a bystander rather than a participant. But i am both: crowded and lonely. Crowded by family. Lonely cause it’s as if no-one understands me or hears my anxiety and sees my dilemma…
In the middle, thousands of people stand tall
in the town square –
and there in the crowd –
a figure emerges, lonely and crowded
all at once.
Lost in her own world of:
simple darkness,
scared, sad, angry,
lonely and crowded
all at once.
The cold snaps her awake
from her thoughtful world.
People stand and watch,
laugher, and chatter weave in
and out of her
like water
in the mist of
tiny water vapour vanishing
into thin air…
not known but the stillness
stays on
as the hills roll on gently in
the silent dark distance.
