Solitude

Solitude
Feels good to me
I wear it well
My own company.
I’m fully present
Keenly aware
Of those that take up space
But aren’t really there.
Those that say
“You never call”
Are the same ones
That haven’t called at all.
And me, I won’t make
The first move each time
I’ll distance myself
Till I cross their mind.
Let them make the effort
To stay in touch
The burden for one
Is just too much.
I become quite comfortable
And it’s a welcome reprieve
The isolation, that surrounds me
When everyone leaves
For months and years
When they just go away
And you don’t even wonder
What happened that day
The last time you saw them
The last time you spoke
Would it have been different
If you had known?
I’ve become adept
At never saying goodbye
Letting people go
In the blink of an eye.
If leaving me
Is so easy to do
Why should I hurt
Over losing you?

RaenelDawn

RaenellDawn

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I’ve always been a deep thinker. Superficial, mediocre conversations will never do. I want the raw, bone deep, authentic version of people. I’ve always expressed myself through writing. The only talent I possess is being able to articulate emotions through written expressions. Strangers comment on how my writing has helped them to realize that they are not alone. They find comfort in knowing that someone out there not only understands, but can put into words, what they feel. I’m an INFJ-E

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