We are often blessed with solitude
yet we consider it a curse,
for being alone can be difficult,
more so when it is with yourself.
The cacophony of the mind
has no off switch, and the outer
silence is like a volume knob
turned slowly to maximum.
It can be bearable, but there
is always a lingering fear
that it may have no end point,
that it is not a waystation
but a final destination, in a place
you cannot seem to navigate
for there is no one to guide you
but your sense of true self,
and trusting someone you
hardly know is a daunting task.