Solitude is a strange emotion We love and fear it at all times Everyone wants some in their lives Yet fear it with their souls We were born alone And will probably leave in the same way But we yearn for company in the middle We wish to be a part of a group We even time our attitude to fit in Even the loneliest soul needs compassion Though we might not accept it openly However this companionship is an illusion It is always there but never there We wade through a series of people And give it a name of our choice We justify it and give ourselves a reason Nevertheless we are pushed to battle our solitude At so many points in our life We yearn and hate it at the same time The challenge lies in finding the balance The harmony in solitude
Some relationships are meant to stay