We all have those times when we feel totally and utterly alone. Sometimes through loss, grief or through not being amongst those with which we resonate. Yes, this poem is essentially about loss, but also of trust in the new beginnings that lay ahead. Society often looks down on the side of one acknowledging ones loneliness as being "self-indulgent" or "negative". I disagree. It's a feeling that we all have either in the background or right in the centre of our lives at various times. And one that needs to be worked through, not ignored. For whatever reason, we all feel sometimes like we are the last one on Earth.
All my life I've heard other peoples minds more or less broadcasting their thoughts... more like feelings actually than reading someones mind. It used to really bother me. I learnt how to be able to tune in or tune out. Sometimes however, people are just so loud with their thoughts its impossible not to hear it. I also get senses and images from them, or from loved ones past, and I've learnt to really enjoy this communion.
