Iceolated
by Wendy Freebourne
I was an old maid in a chest freezer
with hungry thoughts in my noisy head
and no suitable food to appease them;
my only friends, shame and fury,
nagging, judging, you're bad, they said;
a prisoner doing hard labour,
feeding the voices that pester,
with more thoughts, constant chatter,
chasing prattling pain away
ineffectively.
Leave me alone! But don't leave me lonely. 
Nobody knows I'm in here.
I looked around and found I was lonely,
isolated, alienated,
with only Babel to keep me company.
Even I was a stranger to me.
Who am I?
You offered me a mirror,
let me see myself – clearly. Together,
exchanging currency, obsession for reflection,
rumination for reverie,
we isolated the clamour,
alienated the jabber – gibing at me.
I packed them up in a neat parcel
and gave them to you for safety.
I was free.
Unburdened – you took my pain away.
I took a holiday, to be with me.
Mining the depths I discovered
blesséd solitude, a solitaire diamond,
a gift I enjoy immensely.
Now I love to be
alone with me.
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