Strange Reversal
Have grown accustomed
to my Hermit-like
existence.
What others might
define as just this side
of eccentric.
Don’t mind, have always
known I am different.
And it’s not that I
don’t like people.
It’s more about how tired
I get over all those
proper ‘social niceties’
needing to be met.
You know, all the
“you show me yours,
so I can show you mine”,
with all their expected
appropriate responses.
Never really imagined
that I would grow to like
being alone in my own space,
rooming through these rooms
at whatever hours I choose,
or that I might even become
a bit possessive about my
newly cherished privacy.
Elizabeth Crawford 4/12/2018
Notes: Image is an inverted pen and ink doodle, that has always suggested, to me, a private, even secret, get-away.
Poem is posted at Waiting On Words: Word for day 12 is privacy.
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I think even “Martha,” would say it is a good thing.
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I, too, have learned to enjoy and embrace my alone time. I occasionally miss the frenzied days when our children were small. I know there will be more changes to come but I’m not sure how I feel about them. Hoping I will be able to accept them graciously.
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I definitely relate to this one. I treasure my solitude and am a confirmed hermit. Loved this one, Elizabeth.
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