Red

This morning my coffee is too strong.

I feel everything with a bit more intensity.

My red sweater, bold and sweet,

It looks back at me in the mirror.

When I wear it on days like these

I see my complexion glow.

The warm color fills my check.

I woke this day and felt you gone.

Finally, I could see that maybe

there is enough space

to let another see me for who I am.

Someday.

Until that day.

I can feel myself stepping into each day.

I can understand how to earn strength

through my own intent,

though ghosts may come and go.

This is my lesson.

Alone is not only solitude,

but a path to let the good in.

I recently found this poem and thought it kind of resonated with what I’ve been thinking about lately. I’ve been trying very hard to get myself in a place where I can feel healthy and strong and even brave enough to blog again, after not doing it for so long. I wonder about the difference between solitude and loneliness. There’s a very fine line between the two. Some days I can only see the difficult side of alone and other days I feel so strengthened by the quietness, the peace that comes in being alone. I guess that’s part of what I will always be searching for, a kind of acceptance of both places, even in the voices that come at 3 am.