Belly in grass
Grey skies above
Three girls picnicking
An elderly couple
Walking hand in hand
Grief for lack of closeness
Shame for making everything about me
Accustomed to running from
my darkness but learning that
That is where the magic is
Alone isn’t so lonely anymore
Sometimes it’s preferred
My energy is easier to handle
My mind is more at ease
How do I let someone new in
When solitude is my sanctuary
And stillness is my socialization?
Envy points to what is missing in my own life
How can I meet those needs myself?
Yet how still do I reach out for support?
Curiously engaged with the world around me
Highly attuned to my own body
What does she need to tell me?
What have I spent years turning deaf ears to?
stillness is my socialization
12/10/222