Solitude This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine.

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   Rainwashed days

of faded grays,

and tattered dreams

Streets littered with broken

glass, a windswept world

of passing scenery

Shadows of darkness and

patterns of blurred colors

This is not Solitude



Solitude is a gliding bird

high above the world

The fragment of an image

of a pale flower

A cat on a rooftop watching

the coming of dawn

The shade of a mountain

or a cool sip of fresh water

To be alone with yourself

No social masks put on

to hide from others

Solitude is standing

by a clear, crystal fountain

For to be alone is not

to be lonely


This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.






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