Solitude

Solitude.

A moment of silence lingers, a calm wash of serenity and peace overcomes the bleak surroundings. To be lonely is not the same as being alone, solitude is not a punishment but a resort; a last resort for those hankering for a retreat . A retreat to help them come to terms with the anarchy and disappointment  of the world, a retreat to come to terms with people's behaviors and actions, a retreat to recompose and detox the vile seeped within the small crevices  of the human skin. The clarity that comes with the distant, knowing the the journey back is a long one; hence a new path must be carved. Time is no foe here, time continues on; encouraging one to do the same.  Time here becomes relevant and precious; one learns to come to terms with the demons within oneself; to unleash them and tackle each one. To strip down the facade and understand why the solitude was needed, why the months of pain and misery were just a way to prolong the inevitable. This was always the destination, this was meant to be a journey in the waiting; and now solitude will be an ally for the next steps forward. This doesn't involve become a secluse, rather this is where the real work starts. A moment to redefine oneself, a study of one self; the signs one has long turned a blind eye to. A purge of the past and a dive into the future. This island of solitude is a restoration of one's own mind and soul; and with many long days and nights where salt filled water works come straining down the heated epidermis. They are tallies to oneself, they remind one that solitude is banishing the lingering symptoms of a dying plague. Reminders of the past will still haunt, and the past will find a way to slip in; but the transformation that solitude provides, helps the past stay at bay, and one day the past will no longer have an effect. One will be untouched, unfazed by it; solitude is not a defeat. It's an opportunity for a new path towards victory.