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,
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.