Free isn’t lonely.
The choice to “uncleave”
is all your own.
Freedom is a long embrace
of the space one’s been given,
living within oneself
comfortable in the skin you own.
People who see as lonely,
what is actually an escape,
see with only half-closed eyes.
No surprise, the half-filled glass
seeks its own level.
Lonely isn’t free.
There is a price to be paid,
a ransom laid for relinquishing
the part of oneself that is life giving.
The self-proclaimed sacrificial lamb
led to the slaughter of uselessness,
when it ought to take inventory
of all it has to offer.
Stewing in the juices
of a sad lament meant
for the ears of one who cares;
falling deafly. Bereft of completion.
Being free does not render one lonely;
being lonely does not set one free.