Alone within herself,
And by herself;
She sits in the darkness
She much prefers.
Drapes firmly closed on
The outside world.
It’s a sadness to visit and observe;
But in truth,
She is at peace and on her own.
Locked forever into this isolation
Without intrusion or chit-chat,
Her absence of mind has rested
All worries and woes as she waits….
©Copyright Eileen T O’Neill 08/02/2016