Loneliness by Bekah Steimel

Posted: October 11, 2015 in Uncategorized

She said it must be lonely
the core of the night
Hours meant for chirping insects
and buzzing addicts
Hours meant for dreams that reveal us
to ourselves
it must be lonely

No

Loneliness is being the thing that doesn’t belong

Loneliness is being a poet in a world that has no time
for poetry

Loneliness is cutting your shoulder because there is no scream
louder than blood

Loneliness is getting kicked out of the woman’s restroom
because of your square jaw and broad shoulders

Loneliness is trying to make eye contact
when your family’s heads are bowed in prayer

Loneliness is concealing your drug use from those you love most
because they love you most

I am mostly lonely surrounded by faces
I am mostly relaxed surrounded by stars
the core of the night
Hours spent in reflection that reveal me
to myself
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Bekah Steimel is a poet aspiring to be a better poet. She lives in St. Louis and can be found online at http://www.bekahsteimel.com and followed @BekahSteimel.

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Comments
  1. Painfully and determinedly honest. My thanks to Bekah for sharing her truth.

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