IX The Hermit

In solitude’s embrace, I find my peace,
away from clamor, turmoil’s ceaseless roar,
within the silence, my anxieties release,
as tranquil solace fills my heart’s core.

No longer bound by suffocating walls
that once confined my spirit, crushed and small,
I roam free, where quiet peace enthralls
in the vast expanse, I find my call.

Escaping from the city’s grip so tight,
where violence lurked in shadows, dark and grim;
here, in the stillness, I regain my sight,
and shed the chains that held my soul so dim.

Alone, yet not lonely, I embrace the calm.
With every breath, I feel my spirit mend
in seclusion’s embrace; I find my balm—
a sanctuary where my wounds transcend.

No longer haunted by the past’s cruel plight,
I dwell in peace, my mind no longer thrum,
for in the silence, I reclaim my light;
and from the depths of darkness, I have come.

The whispers of the wind, the rustling trees,
they speak to me in languages serene.
In this quiet, I find my soul at ease,
no longer trapped in shadows unforeseen.

Gone are the days of suffocating strife,
where every step was weighted with despair.
Now, in the calmness of my newfound life,
I breathe in freedom’s sweet, refreshing air.

And as I wander through the silent glen,
I feel the weight of burdens start to lift,
for in this stillness, I pick up my pen
to write anew, my story’s precious gift.

Finally away from the suffocating capital,
I’ve found my refuge, far from chaos’ strife.
In stillness’s embrace, I find my interval,
and savor every moment of this life.

No longer do I dread the waning moon
or fear the specter of my own demise,
for I no longer seek my own extinction.
In solitude’s embrace, my spirit flies.