Solitude scratches as an aggravating child within my walls
I did not invite her with opened arms, beckon
Nor call....
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You intrinsically are a beautiful and unique individual, precious, rare and a fragile but contradictingly resilient and robust woman, mother and friend. Your art is your soul and it sparkles a beacon of selfless care and love and hope. Your poems are dreams and aspirations germinated in truth and often raw and brutal memories which in beauty and undying care survive and yearn from a bruised but hopeful and forgiving heart. Who are you to want more? Indeed who are any of us. We all are nothing, but we are all. We are not entitled other than to expect to be loved and respected for ourselves. It is not wrong to expect more than this.
No stupidity at all in this poem Karen, a very clever write, thank you for sharing.
A brilliant write Karen, very well expressed take on being alone.