The Myth of Solitude

Connection makes us happy, it is said.

Like fruit up high in trees, we like to be. 

The bright sun rays that ripen us are spread

by basking in each other's company.

 

When we have felt the light of those around,

and they no longer can resist our taste,

they start to praise and reach above the ground.

We lap this up with pleasure and great haste.

 

But some do not like to be bound by us;

and yet they find a fire to warm themselves. 

In cold and dark with nothing to discuss

they find a friend made only when one delves 

 

into the caves that make us want to fret,

and light is shed within on their regret.

 

 

 

Posted in response to the challenge Spring: Writing Contest.

ciaran

VT

16 years old

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