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.