Away in the night the crickets croak,
Their steady song filling up the night.
She listens but still feels so alone.
Family and friends exist,
But she never would have thought
she’d feel this isolated.
Everyone else is out doing their own thing.
She sends out silent pleas for them to hear,
But all are so busy with their own lives,
They forget to take notice of her.
She longs for arms to pull her close,
For friends laughter to surround.
She aches for someone to say her name;
To surprise her with an unexpected visit,
A call, a letter, or owl;
Someone reaching out to connect, with her.
She sits back to read, but isn’t interested.
She turns on the radio, but doesn’t listen.
Thoughts spiral around in her head,
Making her dizzy.
There is so much hatred, danger, and strife.
The world was full of such things.
One could choose to dwell on such agonies,
But what would that do but cause fear?
Alone and lonely she may be,
But she had hope, which was a start.