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May 2014
Don’t think you’re less if you’re happy hanging with your breath
This life is not a test to see how many best
Friends you make in a day

You’re no less striking if you’ve taken a liking
To solitude, stop fighting, you don’t have to abide
To society’s way

If you’re happy in your head
than solitude is blessed and
being alone becomes ok

It’s only lonely when you tell yourself
You’re the only one
Who feels that way

Give respect to silence
Ya no man is an island
But that doesn’t mean we’re all the same

And it doesn’t mean that we’re not connected
Or that we aren’t affected
By the things that you say

But you might just be missing out
On what life’s all about
When you try and keep the loneliness at bay

You can find power
In each flower
But you don’t know the strength of the bouquet

Until you’ve become acquainted with the quiet
Until you’ve explored the highest
Form of your decay

It is only then, that you’ve strengthened
And toughened enough those rough edges
For the the loneliness to go away.
Esme Stumborg
Written by
Esme Stumborg  Vancouver, B.C
(Vancouver, B.C)   
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   Katlyn Scragg
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