Poetry, My Solace.

I have realized that I no longer crave friendship.

Love and understanding have been relinquished from my dreams. I have plateaued. I do not fluctuate.

I denigrated friendship. I have been satiated. I feel I am back to solitude.

But I have withstood it, I have conquered my mind, I have endured.

Belonging seems to elude me and so renegaded, I must pursue myself once more.

But introspection is necessary, I suppose. Does it make me a monster to not love, love? Am I beast for resenting what is natural?

Shame comes from deception but is also born of intent. The pursuit of a norm has accosted sanity. But try again they say.

Someday you shall be rewarded.

Alas, reaping is for the sowers but the idle? The onlookers? Must be met with steadfast, fierce refusal.

Fatigued and aimless, we stride forward. Though we know we may never beam as we once did.

And as yesterday taught us of betrayal, we leap into tomorrow for it may yet hold wonder. But still we must not hope, we shun expectations.

What is, will be. Forevermore an unending, spiteful existence.

//Leah-Danielle