In the silence of my solitude, I find solace deep within,
A world of whispered words, where I let my thoughts begin.
Into a shell, I retreat, where only my voice I hear,
Each syllable echoing, calming every fear.

Alone, but not lonely, in this chamber of my mind,
I speak to myself, in thoughts that are intertwined.
No need for spoken words, no need for a sound,
For in the quiet moments, my truths are unbound.

I paint with phrases, in colors only I can see,
Creating poetry in the depths of me.
In this sacred space, where my soul finds its voice,
I discover the power of my own inner choice.

Let me dwell in this realm of introspection,
Where my self-talk becomes a form of connection.
For in these moments of silence, I discover wealth,
Lost in the beauty of talking only to myself.