Quality of Loneliness

Solitary seems to be a wholesome word
Complete in itself, pleasant out of habit.
Silent words are the most clearly heard,
In the crowd of nothingness, in the vastness of the soul.

The abstract jungle of daydream,
Are easy to get lost in, forever and after.
The mind is a puzzle the soul must solve,
And the heart continues to be a mystery, murky, bottomless.

I badly need to get away from the world,
My soul needs to heal its many smarts.
My mind needs to rest itself from the ordeal of life
My heart wants to find a place for serenity.

I find that place, when I’m all by myself,
That place is inside me, has always been.
Solitude many be called loneliness, a sense of non-belonging,
But solitude has the rare quality of making me see who I am.

Maybe I’m afraid of who I will see reflected
When I look into the mirror of my soul
We are all trying to run away from it
The truth of our lives and our selves.

Still, when my conscience urges for sanctuary
And I feel I have no place to go
I know I can retire to my Inner Hiding Place
And unburden myself in the safety I know.

And so, despite the rush of the world each day,
And even when my dreams are dashed, and hopes dismayed,
When I find myself alone, I know who I really am,
And I discover new will to surge ahead.

Our reflection is what we need the most
And solitude is the crutch to our handicapped souls.
Man is but a social animal; he does need company,
But solitude makes him human.