Solitary Me

I was trying to define who I am and discovered that it's kinda hard to do. I came up with the basics:

Black. Female. Asexual (mostly). Boisterously loud - often to hide my fear of being...black...female...alone. I would say that I contradict my own expectations.

Then I began to work out this kinda poem. It's definitely a rough draft but I think it says more about who I am than any prose I've come up with. Enjoy.

Solitary

Alone - a chosen state.
Alone - my incurable malady.
I seek solitude because it is the safe place for me.

I despise my solitary state
because it is the safe choice,
the easy choice,
the way that guarantees freedom -
and boredom.

Freedom, a double-edged sword of convenience.
Am I really free or safely secured behind my loneliness?
What is the difference between alone and lonely?
Is there even really a difference?

I tell myself that I am not alone,
I am not lonely,
I am simply solitary.

copyright 2007

Tribute

Charley

Laughter flowing forth,
richly timbered and
smooth as sunset over the ocean.

Creativity - ethereal and
free flowing as the breeze -
hammered into solid forms
and splashed across creamy expanses of canvas.

Thomas

Southern grace and cutthroat honesty.
Liquid silver laughter
melded with unexpected obscenities.

A soft heart - guarded
by the wicked mind of an aesthete -
crafting beautiful, tortured reality
from the ether.


Rosalyn K. Mack
copyright 2007

The sun is out. The sky is blue.

It's beautiful and so are you.

"Dear Prudence," one of the few Beatles songs that I think is genuinely beautiful no matter who sings it.

Been A Long Time

There's a time and place for Led Zeppelin...and this is it. To anyone reading, I kinda forgot I owned this blog. I'll try to keep up.