I've learned so many things from solitude,
That counting them s like counting the autumn leaves,
And what are autumn leaves save for stars in the daylight?

I've learned that the mind is fertile,
That thoughts bear fruit like Springtime,
I've learned from solitude a lesson in peace,
that being lonely is not always the same
as being alone.

I've learned from solitude the nature of pain from separation,
That there is nothing that can leave my heart
except my blood, and there is nothing that constricts my throat
The way your memories do.

I've learned that compassion is human, it lies curled in a corner
Till Sunlight and warmth raise it from its coma
and determination aid its walk towards the light.

I've learned so many things from solitude,
That all that remains is its blanketing comfort,
and a lifetime of tranquility.