My Silent Solitude

On the inside and looking out, I sit below. Maybe I am here to wait? Deep within the depths of me I must go. My world is all mine being one that only I know. So many things in here that I can debate! I see a world of madness so I steadily take it all in. New things come to me, time and time again. My silent solitude renews what time creates. On the outside, I can look deep within. Maybe I am here to know? Deep within the depths of me is where it begins. My world is all mine being one that only I must transcend. So many things in here that I can show! I see a world of confusion, but I can always navigate. New things come to me, the more and more to vindicate. My silent solitude always tells me so. Deep within I can come and go. Maybe I am here to show? My world is all mine being the one that only I accumulate. So many things in here that I can comprehend! I can see the beginning and I can see the end. New things come to me, one by one to appreciate. My silent solitude is the womb in which I alone can grow. © Copyright: 1997 Ann Rich