Solitude

Solitude

Quiet, dear mind,

when thinking breaks you apart

cascade your confessions onto this page

till you come away empty.

Feel, dear heart,

numbing the strain does not soften the break

fear not the flood of sensations

for with your rhythmic beat they will dissipate.

Presence, dear body,

one day you will feel at one with yourself

and your reach will be infinite;

here you can tend to your trauma.

Freedom, dear soul,

rest with expectation for the next adventure

and leave behind everything

that resists your balletic wandering.