52. By myself 

Finally.
I’m here by myself.
Time to sit,
To breathe,
To do nothing at all.

Finally.
I sit at this table by myself.
My coffee forgotten,
My thoughts fly far,
The sounds of other people slip into a lost world.

Finally.
I can heal by myself.
There is time to listen to my heart
With space for my soul
To be free.

©Brindology 2016
Original image by Brinda Naidu 

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