Fragments

⤞solitude is a balm

I sit in silence,
for solitude is a balm
that soothes me
with cherished comfort,
fringed with a
subtle sense of calm;
alone with my memories,
a shiver of nostalgia
on gossamer-thin wings,
agleam with the
thought of tomorrow,
where a whisper
of possibility sings;
yet even in the
warm glow of candlelight,
the threat of darkness
will always reign,
and 'though, in this moment,
I may be tranquil,
life will raise its
ugly head again.