The joy of simple solitude where

There is no risk to my heart, and no chance for destruction of my soul.


I can trust myself here,

I’d never do those things to me.


I love the solitude of evenings spent in front of the

Wood stove, reading and writing where there is


No one to answer to and

No one to betray me.


I am safe with just the beauty and silence of winter’s cold

And darkness for company.


I feel a silent peace from the holiday lights sparkling

In my windows and the feeling of


Love’s glow coming from



My peace is what I will make it to be,

Warm, safe, beautiful and right.


It is all I need for now,

This joy of simple solitude, however,


I am not fooled —

There is nothing simple about it.