The idea for this poem is about two exiled parts of the psyche making their way back to the centre for miraculous recovery

Loneliness rises
From the freshly cut grass that is soft and damp under your feet
Gnawing footholds
Towards a fearful heart.

And loneliness comes from above
Descending to fit across your shoulders like a familiar shawl
Slicing through collar bones
Stroking down
Towards a captive heart

In the middle
Folding together
Bird wings finished with flight
Like a prayer

By Anonymous