Solitude
by Lori Kubik

Breath.
Somehow different.
Aware of so much more.
The air.
The room.
Blazes of color and sound,
ceased.
The next minute came,
and went.
Time is here,
tempting her.
Go !
Do!
Be!
Is this freedom?
The clock is barely alive.
The silence dares her.
Answers come,
to questions unasked.
Stillness and uncertainty.
Lost and found.
Soon they will rush in,
Vibrant noises that make her whole.
But this very minute
All she has is herself.
She wonders,
Is it enough?

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