Loneliness

At times, I wonder how she would be

Would she not have made that dire, dire decision.

She chose to embrace what she could live in comfortably

To quote Bronte, "whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same"

Using the quote as inspiration, she took claim to her beloved.

She chose the silence and the darkness

That darkness was her, and her it

She desired to be with nobody, and nobody her

She preferred the loneliness, for it was her safety

No one would hurt her, and her no one

She had her own responsibility, of herself and none with others.