Solace in Solitude

Loneliness has become my friend

Not in the way they recommend

but in a way that descended

from a place of safety decedent

this detriment a permanent resident

feasting on desolation like decadence

desertion, my dessert ever since

and I never wish

for another dish

I isolate myself

at my own celebration

imagination, my choice of conversation

silence: my liberation

solitude so embedded

I set a table for one

& yet I still eat and run

idolized

for never crying at goodbye

revitalized in a shelter of blankets

cradled in darkness

to wake and thank it

…

but sometimes I wonder

aren’t we wired to want company

while I sit quietly comfortably

this social stillness settles in your bones

culprit of emptiness condoned

collecting weight like stones

creating art

that brings me back to the start