Solitude

The mountains called out her name

She spoke with them

In a language understood by none

One of those conversations

That takes place one night

And is forgotten the next.

Too deep to be understood

Too quiet to be heard

Too sacred to be mentioned again.

She was sober, yet high

Alone, yet accompanied

She was surrounded by no one

But her own shadow

Her own breath

She could laugh without being judged

Could dance without being seen

Left with herself, her solitude.

And in this solitude, she found herself.