Loneliness, the Good Kind

A piece of paper,

and a pen.

My thoughts,

and my gut.

I’ve written today.

The first time in months.

I am turning to myself;

I am not afraid of spending time with myself today.

I sit in silence,

and appreciate this time – with my own being.

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