Some Fridays, I crave the solitude of my inner space, and lean on my reflective practices to gain a few moments of peace away from the outside world. Today I worked on an old poem and practiced dancing with the solitude of my soul. // Most of my poems / Are written inside out / They are tiny windows into my soul / Sentence fragments never spoken / Words linked in odd ways / Reflections of feelings and emotions / Imprints of memories long forgot / Who I am when I am not / A dance with the solitude of my soul
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