365 Day 238 Solitude

The beings of this planet make plans

There are ways in which the evil will work

Time and again you have to step away

Retreat and be

Negative words that was said

The competitiveness of the social scene

It is quite mean

And cold

To shrug off the layers of insults

To iradicate all of the dirty looks

Criticisms can be like sharp knives

Stabbing deep into the heart

I start to mend as I begin to break

The dam did fall that day

Mother Nature grabbed my soul

She craddled me in her arms

I recharged and reinvented myself

Within the solitude of nature

I reclaimed my heart

I absorbed power from the trees

The flowers danced in delight

I took flight amongst the birds

I can always fly

Within the confines of my mind

I think about the one

And know that I will never be done

Done