Who said you were ever alone?
Step outside your name—just once—
and watch how loneliness unthreads,
a flock of starlings scattering at dusk.
Tell me, Motta,
how many times must we carve open
the question of belonging
like a fruit with no seed?
I’ve tried—
to stitch my silence into companionship,
to gather warmth from shadows,
but even my voice echoes back empty.
Still, listen:
every wanderer carries a buried signal,
a dim, defiant pulse beneath the ache.
Mine flickers in the dark,
a heartbeat waiting
for home.
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Mottakeenur Rehman (
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- Comment from author about the poem: You're not truly alone. You may feel empty, but there's a small hope inside you that never stops trying to bring you home—to love, peace, and self-understanding. There’s always a part of you—your alter ego—that walks beside you in silence. Even in your darkest moments, something inside you still hopes, still remembers the way home.
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Mottakeemur this poem speaks of that time of doubt when we feel divided, separated from others. I hold a belief that we are all part of the whole, mere parts and cells of a greater existence and so we are never alone anymore than a finger that hurts is not a part of the body. Not just brothers and sisters but all the same with the rocks and trees the sun and moon, all bits of a greater whole, we are always home. A fave
Your words resonate so deeply—you’ve captured the heart of what I believe. It’s a gift to share this understanding with someone who sees the threads connecting us all. Thank you for truly listening.
I understand the concept of the write that no one is ever alone as somewhere inside you is a glimmer of hope looking for the light, but as someone who spends 95 percent of my life on their own it is sometimes incredibly difficult to imagine that hope, still enjoyed the read and it was wonderfully written
Thank you for your kind words—and for really seeing the heart of what I wrote. You’re right, hope can feel like a flicker in the dark when solitude is such a constant companion. I think that’s why I wrote it: to remind myself, as much as anyone, that even when the light feels distant, it’s not gone. Your honesty means a lot, and it’s comforting to know the words resonated, even (or especially) from one quiet soul to another. Grateful to have you reading along.
You are very welcome
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