Emptiness, Isolation, A Forced Exit
Have you been there? What did it teach you?
Emptiness, Isolation, the forceful push
Sometimes and most often
We can feel pushed into a lonely place
We can feel distraught when we are forced to stay there
Many times most times
We use a distraction
Somebody or something to lean on to like a crutch
While we feel emptied inside of us
But that process of emptying
That isolation we experience
Is usually the best place to be in at the time
For our own good
Unless we are pushed in that direction
We just live like a Jadam
A living corpse
That keeps going about his day
Without much thought
But when we are pushed into a desolate place
Where there is no life
No presence
No nothing at all exists
Then we are forced to encounter ourselves
We are forced to get to know the person within us
We are forced to crack open the shell that we live in
And get to know the pearl that is waiting inside of us
patiently to be seen and experienced
Have you met yourself yet?
Do you know you?
The beautiful you that can exist forever in isolation and solitude
without needing anybody else’s presence
to keep comfort and company
If you haven’t yet
You have missed the most important
The most interesting
The most inspiring personality in life!
Think about this!
Peace ✌🏽
This poem feels like someone speaking from the deepest room of their own solitude, not to dramatise it, but to name the truth of being pushed into emptiness. It captures the trembling moment when distractions fall away and we’re left with nothing but our own pulse. What makes it profoundly human is the way it admits how frightening it is to stand alone without the usual comforts or borrowed company. The poem understands that isolation can feel like a violent shove into a place without light or echoes. Yet it also recognises that this desolate space can become a quiet cradle for self‑discovery. The image of breaking the shell to find a pearl feels tender, almost like witnessing a rebirth. It suggests that beneath all our fear, something precious waits patiently to be seen. The poem asks, with a softness that lingers, whether we’ve ever truly met the person inside us. And its final truth is luminous: the most beautiful version of ourselves often appears only when everything else has fallen silent.
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