Whispers of Solitude

I hear whispers in my solitude,
Soft and subtle whispers,
That tell me stories and secrets,
That reveals my thoughts and feelings.

I hear whispers in my solitude,
Deep and profound whispers,
That teach me lessons and wisdom,
That inspires my ideas and actions.

I hear whispers in my solitude,
Calm and soothing whispers,
That comfort me and heal me,
That relaxes me and energizes me.

But sometimes the whispers turn loud,
Too loud and too many,
They overwhelm me and confuse me,
They stress me out and exhaust me.

Sometimes the whispers turn harsh,
Too harsh and too cruel,
They criticize me and judge me,
They hurt me and scare me.

Sometimes the whispers turn silent,
Too silent and too empty,
They leave me alone and lonely,
They make me sad and hopeless.

I need balance in my solitude,
Not too much and not too little,
Not too loud and not too quiet,
Not too harsh and not too gentle.

I need balance in my solitude,
To listen to the whispers,
To understand the whispers,
To appreciate the whispers.

I need balance in my solitude,
To enjoy the whispers,
To grow from the whispers,
To befriend the whispers.