The thing about silence is that it lines
The fences of solitude, where one often pines
For a connection, a voice, a comforting sound
But in the stillness, only echoes rebound.
The solitude fence can be hard to climb
But with introspection, one can find the time
To appreciate the peace that comes with being alone
And to make the solitude fence one’s own.
The mind becomes clear, the heart settles down
And in the tranquil silence, one can be found.