Here In solitude, I find my place, Where whispers weave the silent space. Quiet guides the heart's own art, Breathing life into each part. A sigh, a plea, a gentle quest, To understand life's silent jest. Echoes linger, deep and true, In this quiet, I renew. Solitude, a harsh embrace, Yet healing in its gentle grace. A dance of silence, raw and free, Unlocks the art inside of me. Empathy blooms where silence reigns, Through every tear and all my pains. Solitude, though often stark, Is a dance that ignites a spark. So dance the dance, sit in silence, Feel the joy in its defiance. For in this solitude, I've come to see, The playful art that sets me free. Joe Lambert (8woodworks)
