Solitude

Solitude 

How still has it become?

The vast space and stillness 

All inside the known of 

Solitude 

How far I have travelled 

In only to run from myself 

Away from personal histories 

And struggles to accept all I am

Avoiding any form in solitude 

In that escaping grew a pain 

And shame 

Walking through life aimlessly

Times were tested 

Loved ones lost 

And in my name 

I knew I wanted change 

And a rapid transformation 

To know the feeling of solitude 

And her grace 

You need to deep within 

I knew for changes to rise

A nurturing environment had to be my foundation

Connected to relationships who fostered it

Rather than being surrounded by ones who'd strip you down  

Times were right 

My echoing heart said unto me 

I dare you now

Emerging from a space of pain

I grew from a cultivated peace known as,

Solace and solitude 

Reviews

[John the Baptist]

Makes me think of T.S. Eliot's comment in "The Wasteland" about eventually arriving at the place where we started and knowing it for the first time. Sometimes the journey involves mistakes and suffering, but when we come to accept solace and solitude, our searching will have started to end.