Sometimes, 
When I am with my demons or angels, 
and drowning alone in silence, 
I find solace in my inauspicious life.

Sometimes, 
Solitude is the only place 
where I can remain contemplative, 
as thoughts freely flow within my mind.

Sometimes, 
There is beauty in quiet introspection, 
my unvoiced passions are never denied,
but must I remain unloved, as time slowly slips by?

Is my mind merely irresolute? 
Torn into pieces by ambivalent thought, 
at war with itself, until reason intervenes...

and then I begin to write.

©️Lizzie Bevis