Another year of Solitude

Here I am, an unlikely poet,

Trying to paint a picture through my words,

An empty canvas to throw colors at,

I try to fill it with trees and birds.

Sitting with an out of tune guitar,

Here I am, an unlikely singer,

Hoping that the newly found harmony,

Lasts a little while longer.

Absorbing the silence of the sky,

and the darkness of the clouds passing by,

Embracing the loneliness with gratitude,

I celebrate another year of solitude.