Solitude, the only way of life I’ve known.

Nobody around.

Nobody to share life with.

It’s become so normal.

A scary thought that once was.

Now, not so much.

Acceptance was hard to come by.

It still is some days.

Plenty of moments of doubt.

Is it the safe way to think?

What will become of me if it continues?

Whatever the case, it’s become normal.

Not ideal.

Not by a longshot.

But normal.

Solitude, a word associated with negativity.

Yet I’m positive it’s the way for me.

Not by choice.

Definitely not.

It is what it is though.

My words comfort me.

My thoughts let out the tears.

The pain.

The screams that are too real.

Too real to express outwardly.

My heart broken and my mind spent.


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