Solitudes

Solitude, I dream
of expansive landscapes,
crave your panoramic
silence, thrill to the ideal
of your boundless sanctity

Solitude, you wrap me
in separateness, strip away
my cardboard walls, tear
at the corners of my instability;
no refuge from the stillness

Solitude, I am smothered
by your starkness, by my
starkness, cries of madness
reverberating through vast
canyons of aloneness.


VJ Knutson

Writer, former educator impassioned by word play, questing to make sense of the great mystery that is life. Currently navigating life through chronic illness, and a minimalist lifestyle.

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