Ode to Solitude (a poem)

in solitude I come to know myself –

chatter of others stripped away, me stripped

of creature comforts, a creature without

a haven, thoughts bang & jangle

in a brain that has gone insane –

quiet, dark, moving toward white light

at soul’s center, filling a gaping hole

where God may dwell – not in clouds

above, or shining seas, or purple mountain

peaks, but inside of me, somewhere

beneath the scared exterior

& material world

(Photo by Rostyslav Savchyn on Unsplash)


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