My Solitary Path

 I am a solitary seed, buried deep,

Beneath the frost where whispered secrets keep.

No common root to twine, no shared sun's kiss,

Just the vast, silent world, and my own abyss.

Because my speed and distance match the road,

I never bump into anyone I know.

Everyone I pass is a loner too,

Walking paths that only they pursue.

I walk the same line, the same pace,

At the edge of crowds, a phantom grace.

My heart is guarded, like an ancient wall,

Fear of trust keeps me from giving all.

Once, I drank from wells of many,

Now dry echoes remain in memory.

A well abandoned, cracked and hollow,

Once filled with hope, now steeped in sorrow.

The echo of trust turned slowly to dust,

A bitter lesson learned, a broken crust.

My eyes reveal what words cannot say,

A quiet ache that will not fade away.

“Just a pain,” I softly claim,

While pain resides in shades of gray.

Few understand this silent plight,

So I retreat quietly into the night.

Silence weaves its tapestry around me,

A quiet tenant holding its own key.

I gather wounds with silent grace,

Carrying burdens I cannot face.

When darkness falls and shadows creep,

I drift away, a shadow in the deep.

Not lost, but free to roam,

Finding strength in walking alone.

Alone, I forge my own trail,

Distance no barrier, no wind, no gale.

Step by step, I show the world my might,

I can go farther than anyone in sight.

And sometimes, along this wide, stark road,

A garden waits where dreams softly goad.

Beyond the fear, beyond the pain,

I rise anew, and start again.

In my solitude, I find the spark,

Dreams whisper closer in the dark.

A bloom unseen by common eyes, unfurled,

My solitary triumph in the world.