RedRavenPoems

‘Be alone; that is where ideas are born. ‘ – Nikola Tesla

Still nights, filled with shadows

Here I sit, alone.

No thoughts, no fears.

No plaguing doubts.

Only me, and the stillness about.

I fidget, wishing to break the spell.

But I push on

Knowing it’s hell.

My breath, a siren to my ears.

My heartbeat, a thunderous cheer.

I stay alone. I sit with myself.

I learn truths. See visions and dreams.

I question them all.

What do they mean?

I learn. I grow.

The smile begins to show.

The journey has begun.

I’ve lost it all, and found a soul.