Solitude.

I do not fear solitude,

I fear anointing  the wrong people 

with the sacred myrrh of my time,

I fear filling my weeks, my months, my years

with empty people whose presence 

will fade into nothingness.

I find pleasure in being alone,

I can lose myself in  books,

in stories, in music, 

in silence,

I can weep,

I can laugh,

or close my eyes to see myself.

Oh,

I can grow in my comforting solitude,

more fearful to me is not knowing who 

I am in the presence of another.