ode to the renewing power of self

A Poem

By Juwayriya Bemath

man is no solitary creature
they say
and i beg to differ
 
never have i felt more myself
more composed
more than just a piece
{nothing to fit corners to 
to make a picture of a perfunctory cloud in the top left corner of the puzzle board that is me}
quite simply more
 
than between the silence and crashing of my own thoughts
 
alone
with a cup of too strong coffee;
alone
with a stick of tar and tobacco 
that tastes of bitter serenity;
alone
with my own intrusive fusillade of thoughts;
alone
in the company of myriad lovers;
alone
 
— the difference between 
being lonely 
and
being alone
is that 
solitude replenishes
what 
isolation depletes —
 
alone
in a crowd of masked faces
all too familiar;
alone
inside your head
where you’re nemesis and kin;
alone
among the flowers in perpetual bloom;
alone
 
how lovely it is to stare up at a clear starry night 
and know you have all the 
s p a c e 
you wish to occupy
— just as you were, and anew.