Sunday, April 17, 2011

Day 40, Sonnet 40

This loneliness leaves panic in its wake;

A restlessness is bred in solitude.

To sit with one’s own thoughts and one’s own aches

Results in pain’s perceivéd magnitude.

But sitting with the self requires time,

It is a skill that is not quickly learned.

The self requires patience giv’n in kind

Where love is offered freely, and not earned.

For though we travel roads with company

The road soon forks and we must carry on

The only steadfast pilgrim is the “me”

That has so many battles proudly won.

Fear not the nights or days one spends alone

For in a calméd self one finds one’s home.

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