On days where we wander alone
Of willow trees and cobbled streets
A thought lingers, a feeling perhaps
A tinge of loneliness, a pang of sadness
Fleeting like the wind, yet fully felt
Is it truly that I have yet to find that happiness within solitude
Or is it reaction to an insecure attachment that has yet to provide peaceful interludes
Distraction is the automatic response
But is there value in giving it a better thought?
Inciting these feelings — these quaint towns
A juxtaposition of sorts, with stormy thoughts
Against a background of serene grounds, I know what I feel
The authenticity of my feelings that I don’t want to reveal
Hopefully one day this inner struggle recedes
When I finally decide to step up and have courage to accept that things are exactly as they seem.
