Ode to the Lonely Becoming
Image owned by Jan Kroon on Pexels In the silence of self, I find the truth, A reflection more vivid than the brightest skin. Loneliness is not my enemy, It is a teacher showing me the map of my soul. No fleeting embrace can fill the depth I crave, No casual word can stitch the seams of longing. I am the keeper of my own warmth, The artist's painting means where it was once absent. Let the nights come; let the doubts whisper. They are but shadows in a room of light. I am becoming — not rushing, not stalling — Just being, breathing, blooming. In time, the universe will meet me halfway, But until then, I am my own sanctuary. — Bertumbuh dalam Pelukan Diri Sendiri Dalamnya hening diri, ku temukan kebenaran, Bayangan jiwa yang lebih terang dari mentari siang. Kesendirian bukanlah musuh, Ia adalah guru, yang menunjukkan peta jiwaku. Tak ada pelukan sesaat yang mampu mengisi relung terdalam, Tak ada kata singkat yang dapat menjahit luka kerinduan. Aku adalah penjaga kehangatan diriku,...
