Loneliness

I choose to be alone.

I choose isolation.

I choose my own solitary confinement.

I choose to drift away.

I choose to be huddled in the dark.

I choose the road less traveled.

I choose the silence.

I choose to strain my eyes to see through the night.

I choose all the quiet days.

I choose to stay at home and avoid the crowd.

I choose to sit at the window and stare at the world.

I choose for life to be lonely.

I choose for love to leave me.

I choose to stand apart and wait.

I choose to tilt my head and close one eye to see the sunset.

I choose to be the outcast.

I choose for my heart to see the world as it is.

I choose for my shadow to be my best friend.

I choose, above all else, to be free.