Past to Present Reflective Thinking..

Is solitude a blessing,

Or a curse that I chose,

Where I sit in my own company,

Analysing the life I previously owned. 

And chastising the wrong decisions from my past.

Am I a product of silence,

The non emotion of childhood,

That you don't speak until spoken to.

That trauma is nothing,

But a passing phase,

So you suck it up

And move on as its nothing but another day.

The independence of adulthood,

With emotional capability of a child,

Baggage you leave at the airport,

Emotions only to be in the lost and found.

A day of realisation,

That you are truly alone,

Even thou warm bodies surround you,

You are left to find the one who will touch your soul,

Without deceit or sadness,

Will I give my all,

Or will I run for the hills,

Like a fox been chased by a pack of hounds.

Reflecting over my life,

From childhood to now,

My very own therapist,

Channelling my past to present,

Not straying from my positive path.......