She sat there on that park bench alone,
She would come here for hours on days when society spun madly in the chaos it created.
There is some sweetness in the simple life.
When you can sit for a moment and just watch the madness swirl along,
It’s what I would imagine the night sky would look like if we dipped bugs into glow paint and watched them fly.
Some beautiful form of madness, so true it could be art.
But, there is a stigma we attach to the lone woman.
Questions arise about her inadequacies.
If she doesn’t have a man to define her, then her career better
Be the definition.
As if we need definitions.
As if we need to justify being alone.
So, here’s to the women who have patience in this world.
Who can sit on park benches alone and marvel at the madness, and not attach themselves to it.
They’re not defined by a man
Or a career.
Because those definitions don’t define a human,
Or a soul.
Why do we need to be something
When we don’t need to be anything?
Sometimes sitting alone
Taking time to just be
Will give clarity to everything we doubt
Everything we fear
Everything we think we need to be.
You don’t need a definition
Or an attachment
To assign yourself worth.
You are enough in everything that you are,
And isn’t life enough
To just live
Do we really need to be anything,
Or should we just be?
Author: Kara Bezuko
Image: Author’s own
Editor: Lieselle Davidson