Thursday, January 16, 2025

Alone-by Devi Nina Bingham

Alone in cells of isolation

experiencing a deafening silence

yet we soldier on

in battle with ourselves

like cells in our bodies

of a particular duration.


Isolation offers consolation

alone with cruel thoughts

cells contain what cannot be shared

so afraid of touching others

in a world of miscalculations

we withdraw into ourselves.


We invite others to our party

isolation when they have come and gone

in solidarity to preservation.

Cells are bleeding yet nobody sees.


Cells multiply, generating new life

we are meant to grow always.

Isolation sweeps away

connection as we face the sun

in our morning cup the day is done.


In our hearts the tribal drumbeat

cells understand the dance of inclusion

alone until they meet themselves.

We have become estranged from our tribe

isolation was the sentence of the damned

are we living as ancient outcasts?


Are we living the best way

in secure and impenetrable fortresses

isolation is the unintended outcome

cells we have made of ourselves.

We were severed from the natural way

alone for too long, we stopped reaching.


Alone is the defense of desperation

we took shelter in.

Cells have we made of ourselves.





No comments:

Post a Comment