Solitude So Real So Now
Solitude.
So alone.
So real.
So now.
Solitude.
She strikes terror in some.
Not in me. I adore her.
I need her daily to replenish myself.
Solitude, my friend.
I need her to create my joy, and lean toward inspiration.
I need the quiet only she can bring.
Solitude, you are my hero.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2018
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