Home, alone

Solitude is a state of mind
a place no one can enter
without altering the fabric
of your aloneness

Aloof to the world and its troubles
I can wrap myself in my detachment
my joy at being alone complete
replete with recriminations
that I rejoin humanity

I silence my ghosts with a glance
and turn my back on their insistence
as I trade my solitude for fortitude
I confine my demons to the dungeons
dank and dangerous
lurking at the pit of my being

Unaccompanied I slide into
the pit where I sit and visit
with the insinuations of misuse
and neglect as I rarely venture to
these depths they crave the
fear and uncertainty that I
no longer provide on a daily

I walk in the light of myself
and it feels like home

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