It isn’t aloneness

And it isn’t loneliness

Those are distant relatives 

And false friends

They weaken, cut down, walk away

What it really is 

The source of strength

To fight not only for self 

To live for the approval of none but God

And yourself, now transformed

The crucible that burns away the dross

The prison that sets you free

The desolate road to all really desired

And the end of the loneliness