The isolation that was once forced upon me is not as bad as before, its silence is comforting and its darkness is warm.
The thing I feared most was there when they swore me to hell and it cradled me when I fell, it hugged me, loved me and held me tight as I cried in its arms in the darkest of nights.
When nights were cold it used its body to protect me and when days were hot it used its powers to cool me, it never abandoned me, not even once. It was not like the people of my past.
The loneliness that came with the isolation had long since passed as I made peace and friends with my deepest parts, it gave me a sense of freedom that I had never experienced and it never judged me when I fumbled or when my spirit was torn.
It stayed, even in my darkest hour it still stayed and never got bored, even when I screamed, shouted and pleaded for it to go away, it gave me a home I never knew I needed.
That's why I would like to say this once more, the isolation that was once forced upon me was not as bad as before, its silence is comforting and its darkness is warm. In fact I'm glad it was forced upon me as I wouldn't have anything to live for, I gained a friend, a family and maybe something even more and that's something I'll always be grateful for.
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Random Poems and Shit
PoetryEverything written here is an original written by me and don't expect much I'm just doing what I want to do
