Solitude-I give Life to the Dead

Solitude You are not me anymore

I am you

“There is a pleasure in the pathless woods,There is a rapture on the lonely shore,There is society, where none intrudes,By the deep sea, and music in its roar:I love not man the less, but Nature more”― Lord Byron

I give life to the dead
Shape to an unborn

Solitude, you are the piano by the precipice
extending from inside me to touch the
barren road, carrying life and hope
by the parched, naked tree,
spreading its vein in anticipation
to touch the sky

You are the mist cleared high-rise
Now cloaked in a layer of grey
Forgetting to bloom, cooing at
A new growing from the old.

You are the tune I don’t play anymore
Creating rhythm from your core
The creases you smooth, buttons you touch
Your fingers caressing the fabric of my being
They are lullaby to my salt-rubbed soul

The book you gave me to fly the kites
Learnt to make fire with the wind
The pages which made mangata by day
Know the sun scorches by night
I Don’t promise you touch
But my voice, my volition
My willingness to wish

Wrapped in your quilt, stitched in glass
mosaic, I see my smudged shadow
Gathered up to a new whole
The abstraction of reality
The size of hollow

Solitude, You were my freedom spelled wrong
We laughed at the geeky spell-bees
For we made dictionaries of our own
‘Hopper and bees borrowing names
Shards of my bitten soul glued and grown

Moments don’t die for they have no body
Yet we stand on their graveyard and name
It memory….

You are the piano by the precipice
Where I stand not fall
Distant mountains gleaned by mind
growing wings
My shoulders playing with feather-y feather
glazed

You move away from vision
Distance travelled  through dust of dreams
The truck load of gravel between us
Moving through the ruins of my roots
Chipping away every time to reveal
A secret ledger of a demise
Who will read my secret journals now….

I gift it to the passing wind
You are not me anymoreI am you—Solitude.

“Let me tell you this: if you meet a loner, no matter what they tell you, it’s not because they enjoy solitude. It’s because they have tried to blend into the world before, and people continue to disappoint them.”
― Jodi Picoult, My Sister’s Keeper

https://www.goodreads.com/quotes/tag/solitude

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