Salient thoughts
dangle from a thread.
Sporadic, intermittent moments recalled,
none I dread.
I recount,
with a sparkle in my eye,
the times I was
humoured, admired,
entertained,
and now I realise
I didn’t need any of it –
I am empowered.
I can be on my own,
not every hurried word
or breath attended to,
whether wise or nonsensical,
every thought does not
need tending to,
I grew used to being humoured,
admired, held in high esteem,
but these were pieces of
a puzzle I thought
I truly did need.
Certainly, initially,
moments were bare, quiet,
I wasn’t used to my
lack of sound,
but now I’m happy in
my chosen silence,
or with music, volumes, voices
other than mine,
they can abound,
and really there is no
peculiarity, nor need for
perplexity to be
revealed nor seen,
the truth of the matter is
I can be in complete solitude,
alone but never lonely,
occupied and ready
and still feel like
a queen.
Need no suitors nor admirers
to stroke, bolster the ego,
what’s more –
I will say,
that this is my truth,
and I must seek
peacefulness more,
I shall not allow it to go.
For the inner peace
which comes from
true confidence grown from
myself,
not bred with another’s eyes, ears and words serving
differing intents,
themselves,
why, this power is internal,
amazing, borne of
the truest of one’s entity,
the inner strength,
grown confidence,
my own,
fostered all by myself —
independence is the true key.
(06/10/21)
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