SOLITUDE

They say that
To be alone is
Either a heaven or
A hell

I’ve seen both

These moments
Something between
Zen or
Near suicide
An epiphany
Or a failure
A reckoning or
A dream

It’s humanity
It’s just about
Being human
It’s either desperation
Or the muse
The silence
Or the weary
The lonesome heart
Of all that is either
Noble or fair
Rich or poor
Loved or unloved

And in this
We become
And in this
We find what
Defines us

For
The soul
Is a silent
Angel merely
Waiting
To speak