The Bliss Of Being Alone Poem by WIN VENTURA

II found a peace in being alone,
A sacred place I call my own.
No endless noise, no needless fight,
Just gentle thoughts and inner light.
I no longer chase what drains my soul,
Or let the restless world take control.

The annoying voices, the pointless games,
The endless drama, the needless claims.
I let them pass, I let them go,
Like fallen leaves in winds that blow.

Not every battle deserves my time,
Not every mountain deserves my climb.
In solitude, my spirit grows,
And deeper wisdom gently flows.

I hear the whispers I once ignored,
And find the peace I was searching for.
No need to please, no need to pretend,
No broken peace I must defend.

I breathe more deeply, my heart feels light,
My soul finds comfort in the quiet.
And in that stillness, I come to see,
The greatest freedom is simply to be.

No fear of missing, no desperate chase,
Just spiritual calm and effortless grace.
Let the world be loud, let the world run fast,
I need not hold what was never meant to last.

For bliss is not in the things we own,
But in the peace we find alone.
I am not empty, I am whole,
I have found a universe within my soul.
Alone, yet blessed, my spirit flies,
In silent bliss, my freedom lies. 🌿

By: - WIN VENTURA