They’re all trying to rule, direct, and guide

While I’m trying to bide my time and find

The freedom within in order to blossom

As a human being without chagrin.

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Falling prey to the sway of the rhyme

Of someone else’s poetic construction,

People pleasing was never something

That I thought to be guilty of until now.

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All I want,

is to be left alone with my thoughts

During the week, when time passes slowly,

In a self imposed fragile solitude

That is founded upon the solace

Present in a welcome isolation

From the world.

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Yes, truth be told, that is to say,

Within the confines, originally imposed

Upon the world due to the coronavirus,

I am flourishing as an introvert.

Being mostly socially inept,

Anyway, this is where I belong,

And have already found

my new normal.

poem: The Search

I have no other recourse,
except towards You.
In this world, alone,
more than with others;
yet, always with You,
when I seek comfort.

To search for solace,
anywhere else is futile;
to deny this is foolish;
and, to yearn for others
to comprehend my path,
is only a vindication
of the fact that those
who live within the world,
without trying to seek ruchniyos,
can not understand those
who search daily for You.

Decidedly, all I can be
for the sake of others, is
focused on my own efforts to prevail
over gashmius, and point the way
in the direction of Truth.
As is conveyed by the saint,
seek to console others,
rather than be consoled.