My Life In Word

Solitary

I sit alone beneath the waking sky,
Yet, loneliness does not settle here.
The wind brings stories through the trees,
And sunlight rests warmly on my shoulders.
In solitude, my thoughts grow quiet,
Like clear water after rain.
I hear the steady rhythm of my heart
And remember that my own company is enough.
No crowd is needed for joy to bloom;
No voice must fill each sacred space.
I am not empty when I stand alone—
I am whole, peaceful, and free.

Simona A. Brinson

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