A Poem
She craves the solitude,
Shy’s from others.
Safe in her little cocoon.
She says her prayers,
Takes her steps,
And goes to bed with no regrets.
Though….
Solitude is blissful
As people are sand,
There are days in her heart
Where she wishes she had a better plan.
Plan?
She laughs now at the pun,
Her plans always seemed to run.
In opposite directions,
In ways she would shun.
But should she have listened?
Shedded the shield?
No one will know now,
Time is breathing still
With or without her will.
Craving Bliss?
A poem
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Keywords: poetry, craving, bliss, mental health
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