Setting Me Free

Today, I choose the quiet of my own,  

Where whispers of peace have softly grown.  

Alone, yet whole, I find my place,  

A healing balm, a gentle grace.  

No crowd to echo, no voice to sway,  

The stillness clears my clouded way.  

Each bitter root, I gently trace,  

To pull it free, to find my space.  

It’s not in the company that I find,  

The mending threads to bind my mind.  

But here, in silence, I begin to see,  

That being alone is setting me free.  

For in this solitude, a seed is sown,  

A quiet strength I call my own.  

Today, I let the healing start,  

To cleanse the bitterness from my heart.