Alone, At Last

At last, I love this quiet space,

Where silence meets the sky.

For I have been innocent all along,

Though they saw through a different eye.

They judged me with words I never spoke,

Misinterpreted, misunderstood.

Labeled me young, unwise, unsure,

Though my heart, they never could.

I reached out to help, with hands open wide,

Gave what I could, expecting none.

But they asked, "What have you done for me?"

Not knowing, the kindness was already done.

So here I sit, in peaceful retreat,

The world spinning fast outside.

I’ve learned to love the quiet alone,

For there, I can’t be denied.

Innocence remains my strength, not flaw,

And maturity is found in the heart.

Though they saw a child in my gentle ways,

I knew I was wise from the start.

At last, I am content in my solitude,

Unmoved by what they see.

For the truth of who I’ve always been

Is known deep inside of me.