I'm in my place.
A tiny space I've claimed for myself.
Though I share this spot,
right now it's mine.
With the door latched shut,
I leave the disorderly world,
just an arm-span away.
In my makeshift asylum,
I still hear calls from the outside.
Beckoning and inviting me into
the unrelenting foray...
Pointless skirmishes,
and mistimed altercations.
When all I want is...
To be alone; be empty
and devoid of unruly thoughts in my husk.
Because in the rare silence,
I desperately seek peace.
Peace with my past.
Peace with myself.
So I don't eat myself whole.
Because my world still needs me.