A poem about misanthropy.

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I’d like to be
in a place where
I could be
all alone like a hermit.
That’s it.

I want to be
a hermit and there’s
no regret if once a week
I go to the city
to buy necessity
and, if I’m lucky,
love and then
back again to my cave.

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  • Grace Kathryn on Oct 11, 2009

    I had to wait for many years before I could get to my alone place. I now live in a small house by myself in a quiet neighborhood. I am very fortunate. Writers all over the world must think alike. I remember thinking I would like to have a cabin in the woods to go to, to get away from a husband and three children. Many people don’t understand that thinking and I think that some people are actually afraid to be alone. My stress management teacher would say that everyone needs some time alone to get to know the thoughts and feelings that have been buried under layers of responsibility.

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