Disillusioned
On loneliness, clarity, and staying soft
Family.
Friends.
A partner.
None measure up.
No one seems to try
unless it costs me something.
I am alone —
no hope left,
only the ghost of what I thought was real.
I am thankful for my son.
He is truly wonderful.
I am lucky.
My love for him is endless
Our bond keeps my heart soft
while the adults in my life
are either absent
or shallow as a teaspoon,
their emotional capacity negligible.
Is there life on this planet?
Can I have a real conversation,
a genuine connection
beyond my child?
Perhaps someday.
But I will not hold my breath —
for I would surely die.
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About the Creator
Alicia Melnick
Writer & visual artist exploring emotional truth, creativity, and the long work of breaking inherited patterns. Essays and prose exploring resilience, identity, and carrying light forward.
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I don't have kids, but I can strongly relate to this poem. I love the last stanza in particular.