By Ziva Von Rompaeay
I was sick.
I remember the day I caught loneliness.
It was the day we moved away.
It lay like a stone in my lap,
And no matter how much I tried
Prying, tearing, it simply would not go away.
I never knew emptiness until we moved away.
I remained a pebble.
Lost in this world, so vast and uncaring,
Cast aside, passed by, left astray.
I took steps to destroy before it sapped me, crushed me, left me victim.
I pulled harder, ripping that stone from my heart
And threw it all – back into the void, from where it came.
Yes, I had thrown loneliness away.
