The silence of solitude

The silence of solitude is good.

But too much silence lets depression slide in.

Waiting for a sign, for a feeling to resume,

for a friend to call,

for a lover to repent,

for a long-lost fiancé to recant

and do more than promise.

But the silence affords time.

Time to think,

to regroup,

to fortify within.

Not with placation,

or tributes,

or apologies for victimhood.

But with heart, with soul, with purpose.

And the purpose is…?

To keep trying,

to keep feeling,

to keep going,

to keep discovering,

to stay open.

to stay here,

for as long as Life will let me.

To be here, for my children,

To be here, to experience Nature,

To be here, to seize the ‘next chapter’ -

whatever that may be.

Silence,

solitude.

It looks not-so-bad

on me.