Alone...and Free!

When there is no one left to call,

The telephone, it hardly rings

The silence is unusual,

For I have seared attachment strings

I lie awake, in silence, thinking

Of what it’s like to be alone

Too many years, I have spent like this

In solitude, and far from home.

Direction comes from inner feelings

Of warmth that no human form can give

In the quietness, truth speaks softly

Of what it really means to live.

Independent—free, at last!

Free to be what I’m made for

Free to let go of my past

And free to love once more.