ode to solitude

how are you solitude, my fleeting friend
you visit me in the emptiest of places, and the closest of spaces
you find irony in company... very contradicting, very dissonance inducing.
you cry out for an audience, only to find a crowd of one.
you ask for a voice; two is a crowd you say, one is enough

you strike in the deepest recesses of our minds and hearts
you break, you heal, you find a place for us to rest our tired souls
you are elusive to some and familiar to many
you ask, you show, you probe and tell
you work for God. the devil? pray tell

you are discrete and loud, you creep in, in the most shocking ways
surreptitiously, inconspicuously
you visit me in new places, you appear in familiar faces
you stir up discontent, you evoke anger
you give peace, you find us all

won't you leave me, won't you find me
maybe tomorrow, now

anger never felt so good

in a completely valid way, without being self-righteous at all.