Solitude

What loneliness  is it that  I
within this room do sit and sigh?
I hope to see a single  soul
A visit sure would ease the toll.
I used to have an active life and
Went around and lent a hand  
To help the people, those in need
I tried to do the noble  deed.
I always tried  to think of how I'd feel
If I too with these problems had  to deal.
And cared for them with all my heart
To make them very much a part  
Of life outside of those four walls.
Now I'm dependent on the calls
From family and just one friend
But she's so far and they soon end.
I hope one day that  I'll  be better
So in the meantime I won't allow the fetter 
Of this disease to change my mind
From believing clouds are silver lined.
I've learnt to find a way of doing just  the best I can  
With every task  and every plan
This solitude is but a way of having time 
Away from the vigour of the daily climb
To stop and think and see the light
Which within each soul is there so bright 
It means I have the time to read
And find the ways I can succeed
To spread some happiness  around 
And joy and positivity to abound.
I might so often be alone 
But there is no need for a sad tone
Because through  books I travel far
And read stories of courage which set the bar  
If they can persevere  through toil and strife 
Then so can I and make the very best  of life