
Solitude for the sake of solitude can be rewarding,
if your mental migration returns you
to the source of your hurting.
Beneath the waves,
light is scarce, and night is lurking.
If pain is darkness, then healing is morning.
As children of nature, we exist in a
paradoxical cycle of connected solitude.
Individually small, yet woven together
to create Earth’s magnetic magnitude.
About the Creator
Kale Sinclair
Author | Poet | Husband | Dog Dad | Nerd | Zen Practitioner
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