August 6, 2025
Solitude
To be alone is wondrous bliss,
No need to please a demented beast,
No care to fix what once went wrong,
No healing cry for pride too strong.
When solitude lives, delight shines bright;
No company gives such sweet relief
As one’s own self—so calm, complete -
A charm from above, serene and brief.
A walk in the enchanted woods,
Mapped by the mind, paths of solace renew.
The wildness, not hungry to be rude.
Nor the demons of the past, casting gloom,
Not a care, nor a shade of despair
Can overpower this calm embrace of solitude.