solitude’s isles have mountainous shorelines, coaxed free
by creativity’s insatiable waves - eroding: society’s mirages
that dissipate fear’s weighty misconceptions, paving
a jagged path to introspection’s caves of insightful excavations
as Montaigne, I too: dare
although, not armed
with his oval tower of enlightening delights
I – unchain myself and liberate
these untamed thought’s
behold, tangible fruits of ‘amour de soi’
mined from but a fledgling instinct of clever phrasing
I entreat you - pity that barren canvas, ink-out your bravery
and taste: this last bastion of freedom’s sanctity
© L. B. Mek
May 2020