Loneliness v Alone

‘Lonely’ is not the same as ‘alone’.  Lonely is a feeling and is a state of mind.  You can be lonely when alone or when in company; on a desert island or at a gathering in a big city.  But is lonely normal?  I believe so and would go so far as to say it is necessary in small doses.

We are often described as social animals and, certainly, with others, we instinctively create social structures.  At their most primitive, these may be hierarchy generated by the dominance of an alpha male, or by allegiance to a matriarch.  These relationships eventually lead to the development of organised groups and environments which are, in some way, mutually supportive or beneficial to the group as a whole. This is not necessarily always true for every individual, however.

In these environments we can thrive on the feedback we get from other persons and that thriving can help us feel secure and enable us to develop intellectually and emotionally.  But feedback can also diminish us if it is negative, or even just neutral or absent, when it might have been present.  We take the risk of receiving diminishing feedback whenever we are in company.  Sometimes that risk is too great.

Perhaps, for just the smallest of periods, even the most apparently self-assured of us deems that risk of engagement failure too great and we need to retreat into loneliness; into a mindset where we might take stock, summon courage to re-engage, or just languish for a while in self-pity.

Enforced ‘aloneness’ ……solitary confinement, stranding, or simply being ignored by others, will almost certainly lead to real loneliness and eventually to psychological damage.  But short periods of self-imposed loneliness are part of being us and can help our sense of balance.  Loneliness in small doses might be therapeutic; as long as it is not revelled in!

If someone ‘feels’ lonely and doesn’t want to, the solution lies within themselves; not with anyone else.  Overcoming unwanted loneliness requires a form of courage, but one we all have to a greater or lesser degree.  Not the courage to approach strangers and perhaps suffer rejection, which can be crushing, but the courage to engage socially at some level with others.  None-hierarchical group activities such community working, or in more developed societies, a choir, a walking group, a knitting circle, or a local history society are just some examples of largely neutral, non-threatening environments and activities.  By showing an interest in such common activities you implicitly show an interest in the individuals involved; and they in you!  It’s a first step, sometimes a big one, but what’s to lose,except loneliness?

Sharing Caring

With those you love, for whom you care

Time dictates you have to share

You will not always have control

For others claim some of this role

 

Your precious child’s first day at school

Falls subject to new pastoral rule

Years later on, at summer camp

First night away, your insides cramp

 

Teenager off, on their first date

You set a time; pray they’re not late

The pilots of a loved one’s flight

You only hope they get it right

 

Let  interviews, of course be gentle

Wisdom to see his/her potential

Surgeon too, with razor knife

Governs fate of child or wife

 

A wedding ushers a new phase in

Your child has another next of kin

Every care you now can share

Someone else is always there

A Waste

Oh dear, look over there

It’s very clear, even from here

Plump young mum, another on the way

Buggy-shoving through a brand-new day

 

Can’t you tell, even at a glance

Little Errol stands littler chance

Tied securely in his prison pram

Tired, exhausted, silent as a lamb

 

His cream cake crumbles on Greggs shop floor

Mam chats and smokes outside the door

Sister Cheryl runs wildly about

Ignoring Mam’s frantic shout

 

Non-working class; must it be like this?

Mired in a morass; existence no bliss

Minx Cheryl and timorous young Errol Smith

One in Mam’s tummy will be the fifth

 

Social workers don’t know what to do

Politicians haven’t even a clue

Proudly espousing ‘each child counts’

We’re investing money, look at the amounts!

 

But cash alone is not the solution

What we need is a revolution

Where families learn of a better way

To break the cycle of social decay

 

Where then the collective conscience?

For lives lived, but of no consequence

A tragic, doomed, wasted group

Class-locked in an endless repeating  loop

Night Watchman

Entrances all locked and fast

Bolts checked around the back

Windows secured to the last

Holding, at bay, attack

 

Family safely stowed abed

Enjoying well-earned sleep

Though heavy hangs the weary head

The watch still his to keep

 

Guttering lamp gives meagre light

Cold gnaws and gathers round

Corner shadows hold close the night

Time passing without a sound

 

A few more rounds; he might then rest

Wolf kept safely from the door

Dawn’s rays reveal its sad bequest

His burden he’ll carry no more

One Day

One day I will be gone.

That is not a day I fear,

nor one I want others to feel sorrow or regret.

If, on that day, you think of me, do not regard the how or why;

but note, if you will, the when

Remember, if you can, any smiles and laughter,

not frowns and sadness

Mark any things done passing well;

not the failures

Those were my burden, one I no longer bear

Do not pick up any part of that; let it die with me.

Knowing you, in some measure,

you will have been a part of my life, and I am grateful for that.

Loving you, know that you made my life all the better to live,

and I love you the more for it, for all eternity

Go forward, then, positively;

live your own life as well as you can

Be happy and try to share that with others.

The Most Common Bird?

Wondrous-coloured paradise bird

Nightingale, so sweet when heard

Hummingbird hovers in still air

Cuckoos tell us Summer is here

 

Consider a less regarded bird

One that little praise has stirred

Seen in quite unwholesome role

All black feathers as dark as coal

 

It scavenges food beside the road

Dodging traffic with its dead load

Wary of people it looks in your eye

Any slight movement, it takes to the sky

 

Wet windy days, when others stay home

This still braves the heavens to roam

Its powerful wings effortlessly fly

Large beak cawing a throaty cry

 

Often found in a murderous host

Its intellect is better than most

The creature is one you’re certain to know

It is of course the crow