They cleaned your upper lip
Cleared your mouth of blood
Checked your teeth
Dried blood spewing from your nose
Wrapped your ankle
Doused your knees with antiseptic and bandaged
Nothing in you would calm though
You never thought you’d be in an ambulance
Whisked away on the street
Broken, alone, wondering how you got to be here
Alone, it’s the aloneness, not the wounds that hurt
Because aloneness is different from solitude
You know solitude, but aloneness
Aches within you, deep, it hurts your bones
More than cuts or sprains or breaks
You can amass a fortune, but alone
What does it mean?
You’ve collected solitude, a badge of introverts
Watching birds and squirrels and deer and butterflies.
You befriend scared dogs and make cats twirl around your legs
But one morning you decay
Moments before you felt loved until betrayal
Spun you around to self-destruction, unintentionally
But moments of intense debilitating weakness
Lend themselves to moments of instilled strength
Engendering more strength that teaches you
That you can make all of your choices
And you can choose moments of solitude
And you can choose people who do not make you feel alone.
For you, and you alone, are your strength.