Solitude

In my solitude. . .
At times I retreat to my "shell,"
Clinging to the security of being alone.

In my solitude. . .
I may attempt to merge with my surroundings--
To be ignored, unnoticed, a silent voice rarely heard.

In my solitude. . .
I can feel completely alone and sometimes safe,
Although surrounded by people.

In my solitude . . .
I'm perceived as having a padlocked soul--
And few try to gain entry into my realm.

In my solitude . . .
Few will dare venture to really know me--
To hear my quiet voice or to really try to understand who I am.

In my solitude . . .
I can have a myriad of words to say,
Yet, my sealed lips will not release them.

In my solitude . . .
The words I do speak will at times be jumbled or misunderstood,
And I'll feel worse for having spoken them.

In my solitude . . .
I will be viewed as "quite" and unfriendly,
Labeled by the presumption of a turbulent world.

Yet, despite my solitude . . .
I will at times emerge from my "shell,"
And you may catch a glimpse of who I am.

And despite my solitude . . .
I may put on a good "front,"
Disguising my innermost insecurities.

Despite my solitude . . .
A select few will manage to penetrate these "walls,"
With the sharing of time and the evolving of trust.

Despite my solitude…..
I know I will accomplish my goals,
With the innermost convictions that I hold.

Despite my solitude…
I know the world will bow to me,
Whether it likes it or not.

My solitude . . .
Frequently unrecognized, seldom understood--
A shackle, a haven, a veil or a time bomb waiting to explode!