Isolation and Uncertainty

In shadows deep, where whispers cease,

I walk the path of dark's release.

A ghost among the living bright,

Alone I tread the edge of night.

With every step, my heart does ache,

Like fragile glass on outer lake.

The stars above, they shine so clear,

Yet, in my chest, there beats a fear.

No voices call; no hands to hold,

Just echoing silence, bleak and cold.

I search for warmth, for comfort’s touch,

But solitude can hurt too much.

A barren land, a hollow sphere,

Where dreams once glowed, now disappear.

I reach for hope, but find it frayed,

In this vast world, I feel betrayed.

The sun rises to paint the sky,

Yet even then, I quietly sigh.

For in the light, I still remain,

A wanderer lost in my own pain.

I carve my thoughts in fleeting smoke,

Each word a leaf, each line a cloak.

My heart is heavy with tales untold,

In solitude, a truth unfolds.

Yet in this space, I start to find,

That solitude can sharpen mind.

To be alone is not just plight,

It births the dawn, ignites the night.

In every tear that falls like rain,

Lies strength to grow, to break the chain.

I learn to speak, to live, to breathe,

To find my solace, to believe.

So if you feel you’re lost at sea,

Remember solitude holds a key.

For in the depths of fear and doubt,

You may discover what life's about.