Two in One

 

I cherish solitude

the door through

which inspiration enters

Alone my mind

creates conversations

between us both

In mental confinement

I deliver lectures

and speeches

I comment on others

none of which is ever

heard or known

as it remains within

I am fascinating

hilarious and 

self opinionated

often arrogant

and surprisingly rude

But alone I cannot

offend as it is all

firmly within

Solitude is my canvas

where the mind paints

It is the paper on

which the pen writes

Inspiration is welcomed 

and stored layer

upon layer

Yet I cannot live alone

as I would perish in

an abyss of insanity

Everyday and night

I need the pertinent

other, to talk, eat with

and love

The voice of the other

and their presence

is an essential

part of my essence

So I am one with both

solitude for my

creativity and the other

for my sanity, 

the need to be earthed