Solitude
Most gratitude to solitude
A time of self discovery,
Where I challenge the me of yesterday
On sight of a bright morrow.
Count me blessed in solitude
A moment of self worth,
Where I invite me altogether
To fill my separate needs.
I call it a party of solitude
Where I dine on implication
And fill my cup with significance.
Now I must confess,
There could be no better host,
Nor a more intriguing guest.
Copyright © Stellamoses Hart | Year Posted 2015
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