Solitude
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I went for a walk not far from my home,
but just far enough to be all alone.
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I swiftly uncover the soundlessness of peace;
no desire to return, no will to surcease.
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The wind and the sounds of wildlife around
dug into my conscience, burning it to the ground.
No fear, no remorse, no judgment on me;
no sadness to waste, no pain's devotee.
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I was connected to all of the trees,
and they told me stories I couldn't believe.
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My self-esteem matured and grew
in outlandish ways that I never knew.
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The wind and the sounds of wildlife around
dug into my conscience, burning it to the ground.
No fear, no remorse, no judgment on me;
no sadness to waste, no pain's devotee.
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I went for a walk not far from my home,
and after I walked back, I was never alone.
About the Creator
Alex Torres
Started writing short stories back in 1988 at work, when I had an empty page to fill for the employee's internal magazine. Taking the pen again after a 30 year-long hiatus, exploring where it takes me this time.
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