MendedFences27

Solitude

Solitude



Why is it that I cannot write unless I am alone?

Why must the door be closed?

 

Is it because of a fear that the work will be seen too early.?

Can I not trust anyone to be critical?

Or worse, can I not accept compliments?

Is it a selfish need to be first to see the completed form?

 

Maybe, someone else’s presence will disturb the muse, the inspiration?

Or maybe they’d be a distraction, taking attention away from the work?

Or perhaps, outside noise will overcome the voices in my head.

But, why then, can I listen to music as I write?

 

Is it that I’m so insecure that I don’t want anyone to see the process?

Is it that the last thing I want to hear is that I’m not doing it right?

Maybe it’s that I’m more comfortable when it’s me and the muse.

 

I know that it has happened, where an interruption has caused me 

to lose the entire concept of what I was writing. Poof! Gone forever.

Then there’s the dream: The Perfect Poem.

And what if an interruption caused that to be lost?

 

So, for now, I’ll just hide away in the Office / Fortress and try to keep

the interlopers at bay. Hmmm....maybe a drawbridge?