letter to the reader

Solitude’s Friend

As I lie here I feel a peace about me, a peace untouched by the invasion of sound or the explosion of lights. Silence… pure beauty, to put it simply Solitude’s my best friend, always ready to comfort me and to converse. Not judging, never questioning, always listening and never interrupting. Always ready for me, just waiting for my return…
As the Lioness, her children are at play, never too far. She knows that her children will at times walk into the world and come back bleeding, but still she lies, allowing it… never too far, but always ready for their return when she will greet them with open arms and a warm bosom to rest a weary head.
He is always there; in laughter… tears, in silence being content to lie still through those restless nights. As unfaltering as the tree that shades me, hearing all… still it remains, in an onslaught of insults, steadfast it stands. And when I roar defiantly at the stares, they remain silent… shining lovingly…
As I lie here I feel a peace about me… purely beautiful… I find that the comfort of silence and solitude, although feared by others, has become a loyal friend…and lover….