In Solitude

In solitude ideas awakened
Words are resting on that piece of paper
Hoping that they will not be abandoned
They hope that they will not see the eraser

In solitude memories come to light
Memories invade when her guard is down
Possibly helping her gain an insight
About that time she lived in that small town

Often in solitude she creates words
To create a world in which she can fly
Giving her freedom to fly with the birds
In the sky she watches the world go by

Solitude is not about being alone
In fact, solitude means that she is home