Walking With Myself

A love letter to solitude

I thought she left when he left

In the dusk of her teens She was attracted to simplicity The crunchy granola life, adventure But her urge for success was too strong To live out the full expression Of that woman So when he left, the crunchy woman left

She needed to achieve In order to realise who she was not What she wanted not

She didn’t miss the boat at all She was always there under the surface, patiently waiting for the right time To become the full expression of herself

She also learned she did not need her partner to live out the manifestation She could be alone in the woods And in some ways that suited her

Solitude Her own little inner world Sacred A secret garden for her to explore alone Maybe with a dog or two in tow

Nature was her church Dogs were her high priestesses She encountered the Father Through their eyes So she quit her job To commune with them and the trees

And it turned out She was never really longing For him at all She was always longing for herself