For her first contribution to the ‘Need a Poem’ section of Le Nouvelliste, Marinique Jean-Baptiste, who lives in the United States, has written a piece full of sensitivity and introspection.
For her first contribution to the ‘Need for a Poem’ section of Le Nouvelliste, Marinique Jean-Baptiste, who lives in the United States, offers a piece full of sensitivity and self-reflection. In ‘Solitude,’ she dives into this encounter with silence, where pain gradually turns into light and hope eventually paves the way toward better days.
Solitude
Solitude comes when the day fades,
It gently sits at the edge of my steps.
It lives in the walls, the silence, and the space,
And whispers words that no one hears.
I smile at the world, but my heart stays quiet,
I talk to the night when everything becomes fragile.
I wait for a presence, a glance, a secret,
A voice that tells me: ‘You are not invisible.’
Yet, in the silence where my soul gets lost,
I sometimes discover a deep light.
For even in the night, in the middle of the desert,
A small hope can still change the world.
So I leave my sorrows and doubts to the wind,
And slowly learn to walk without fear.
Solitude may not be the road,
But just a passage before finding happiness again.
