Lorn by Piper Baron

Lorn

Lorn was written in November of 2021 for this project.

This poem is meant to cap off the entire project, a sort of goodbye letter and a commentary of my own thoughts on these works.

Themes:

Solitude
Sadnesss

                     It’s like being a ghost.
                  
                     Ethereal and unseen.
                  
                     A shroud of loneliness
                  
                     swathes. And I cry.

                     I cry for the years of
                  
                     solitude spent alone,
                  
                     alone and wanting
                  
                     by never taking, too
                  
                     timid, no ambition.
                  
                     I cry for the wasted
                  
                     potential, all the
                  
                     great works uncreated
                  
                     and ideas abandoned
                  
                     out of fear that it will
                  
                     only disappoint.

                     I cry for the child
                  
                     inside me.
                  
                     She sees the
                  
                     Vastness around her,
                  
                     but she’ll never know
                  
                     its grace.

                     I cry,
                  
                     but I don’t
                  
                     make a sound.

Being myself, being so shy and anxious.

Mental illness can be very lonely, even when surrounded by people, and it's something I've struggled with for many years.

This is a huge problem for me. I love creating — painting, writing, animating — but I'm so stifled by my fear of producing something lacking that often I don't even try.

I think this is something a lot of people with childhood trauma do — grieve their owm child selves.

This is the line that really encapsulates this whole project. I rarely talk about my feelings in real life, even with therapists, and so my art, when I push myseslf to produce it, is my way of releasing those intense emotions. I cry (inside, privately, through my art), but I don't make a sound (no one really knows that I even feel this way).

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