Day 1

Day 1 of my solitude

and despite the yelling and manic babble of the kids at play next door,

I feel serene. 

I feel my mind, my thoughts, imagination re-emerge. 

I thought they were lost forever. 

The war has stopped, the ceasefire called,

I’m back. 

That was so easy. 

Is that all I need – to be alone? 

To live alone?  To abandon my family to be sane?

I can see he is struggling. 

We are all struggling. 

Perhaps we all need to be alone.

I remember the haven he was –

that we provided for each other

but now it’s a prison –

a bitter twisted thing

that might be too twisted to unwind.