We keep ourselves distracted
From the noises, voices in and around us
Escaping into songs, screens and conversations
But what happens when the music ends
To the thoughts we have so cautiously brushed aside
The constant reminders lurking around the corner
Are we truly free from them
Or are we still running away

Connections give the strength to go through another day without being consumed
But it is in solitude
that true healing takes place

In allowing yourself to feel every ounce of pain,
In feeling every bit of love that comes your way,
In sitting with it channelling them through words,
through brush strokes, into music
We create meaning, make sense of the world
It is in solitude
that we make art.