Unspoken Melodies: Poems That Sing

A Sanctuary

Being alone is better than feeling alone,

But there's nuance in that truth that's often unknown.

The latter brings a sense of dread and despair,

Like being stranded in a crowd with nobody to care.

The former, however, can be a healing balm,

A chance to escape the stresses and storms

Of life's constant demands and relentless noise,

To muse and ponder, and find one's poise.

For solitude is more than mere loneliness,

It's a state of being, a timeless caress.

It's where the soul can stretch and breathe,

And find the calm it needs to believe.

In the quiet stillness of an empty room,

The mind can wander and the spirits bloom.

A book, a pen, a cup of tea,

The simplest things can bring so much glee.

With no one else to please or appease,

The self can revel in a rare sense of ease.

No need for small talk or forced laughter,

Just blissful peace and a moment captured.

Solitude is where the broken can heal,

The buried truths can be revealed.

It's where the masks can come off at last,

And the soul can find its way back to the past.

The past that holds the secrets of the heart,

That shaped us into who we are, in part.

And in solitude, we can face them all,

Embrace the pain, and make the call.

The call to live a life that's true,

To let our colors shine, and be renewed.

To find the courage to be alone,

And make solitude our sanctuary and home.

For in that space of quiet calm,

We can find our voice, our rhythm, our balm.

And when we emerge, we're never the same,

Our soul enriched, our spirit tamed.

So let's not fear the stillness of our mind,

Or the emptiness of the space we find.

For in that void, there's a world of wonder,

And in solitude, we can let it thunder.

Thunder with the beauty of our thoughts,

And the power of our dreams and hopes.

Thunder with the passion that drives us on,

And the love that makes our hearts sing a new song.

Let's embrace our solitude today,

And let it take us where it may.

Let's find our sanctuary in the quiet,

And make it a place where we can delight.

Delight in the gift of being alone,

Where we can be true to ourselves and our own.

Without judgment, without fear,

Just a sacred space where we can persevere.

Persevere in the face of life's demands,

And the chaos that often commands.

For in solitude, we can find the way,

To find the light that brightens our day.

Let's cherish our moments of solitude,

And let them be a balm, a salve, a mood.

For they are precious, and they are rare,

And in their embrace, we can find the glare.

The glare of hope that guides us on,

And the strength to face the longest dawn.

Let's make solitude our sanctuary,

And let it be our light in the cemetery.