Living Alone
These are the things I can do
because I am living all alone
no one to answer to but me
no noise to break the quiet room
I drink my tea just how I like
watch the morning slow and soft
I choose my pace, my time, my space
and there is bliss inside that calm
No need to hurry, no need to ask
I hold the day just as it comes
these small freedoms, plain and true
are the gifts of living alone
The sun moves slow across the floor
casting light on empty chairs
I listen close to my own breath
and find a peace beyond compare
No plans to make, no voices call
just me and time to spend my way
this quiet life is all I need
and bliss is mine for every day
I hold this stillness in my hands
a space where nothing pulls or breaks
and in this calm, I’m free to be
exactly who I am today
About the Creator
Marie381Uk
I've been writing poetry since the age of fourteen. With pen in hand, I wander through realms unseen. The pen holds power; ink reveals hidden thoughts. A poet may speak truth or weave a tale. You decide. Let pen and ink capture your mind❤️
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There is nothing like the freedom of not having to answer to anyone, but it comes at a cost - loneliness. We are not meant to be alone (so I am told).