In My Solitude

The road here was a tough one,
many pot holes along the way;
every one of them, a lesson,
that I carry with me, every day.

I am at peace, here in my solitude;
in the quiet of the night;
comfortable in my own skin,
still able to fight the fight.

I’m a soul so very thankful,
filled with naught but gratitude;
for all the blessings bestowed on me,
makes a joyful attitude.

My Spirit, it is peaceful,
finding comfort in what I do;
a vessel to be commanded,
each day, able to write anew.

Yes, the road here was not easy,
many tears along the way,
I find solace in my solitude,
at the end of a fruitful day.

© Leslie C Dobson