If I must be alone

From early days, my path diverged alone, Not as the others danced beneath the sun. Their laughter echoed; mine a silent tone, A melody of one, by none begun. The brook’s soft murmur spoke in tongues to me, While others heard but water’s gentle flow. In rustling leaves, a cryptic symphony, A world within, where only I could go. The tempest’s roar, to them a fearsome sound, To me, a chorus of the soul’s deep fight. In solitude, my richest truths are found, A canvas painted in the darkest night. Yet in this aloneness, strength is spun, A solitary journey, mine begun.