Solitude

i have to run.

i have to hide

from the sirens,

the exclamations,

and even from the ones

i love just to be

with you.

 

i have to turn

and twist, even jerk

away from the stagnation

of implicit expectations

others impose with weight.

so i embrace

a lie if i must, just to be

in my space.

 

i offer no rewards

for my disappearing and

i do not act to solicit.

i am just this way,

a myriad of unrehearsed actions

nestled in distractions.

 

i need the nakedness of solitude,

the coziness of aloneness

to hear the subtle strum of

my soul strings tapping

against the playhouse

in my mind.

 

where the words lie still and

my heart beats slow

under the quietness of my breath

in an open field.