Happiness In Loneliness Poem by D.S. Bell

Happiness
Can be found in loneliness.
And loneliness
Is all of my world.
And what is just, or rather unjust
Can be said to be deserved.

Do I limp like a lame lamb
Both in voice and posture,
Present myself
Limber and lacklustre yet
By one's lonesome,
Break down bravado
Into sigh and heavy tears.

Comfort comes in wholesome hands,
Rubbing arms and toneless words,
Which take up adoring self.
Is adorning oneself with a daydream
Deemed gloomy at best?
A desire takes to bitterness
And anger to despair.
Resignation, hurt, and sadness
Are just the weights,
On occasion,
We all have to bare.

Then the wind turns,
I open my eyes and
They open much wider.

There's something violent
About the wind, is there not?
The way it can be so gentle,
Yet rip through your limbs
Brutal and beastlike,
Doing all without remorse.

Loneliness turns numb turns
To ice and sets hard like stone.
Where some see a curse
Cured by a call on the phone,
I see a reason to laugh
Creasing up my face and
Leaving a line.
Where some see only sadness
Solved by social interaction
I seem to agree but
I'm too weak to make much traction.

So rather than upset my equilibrium and
Worry over what I cannot change,
I choose instead to find happiness
In this solitude I've made.