One day you wake up and there you are.
It doesn't happen overnight
when you get lost
in your own home
Among the floors you know so well
that your feet can walk them
in the pitch dark
to get that single glass
of quiet water
in the middle
of the long still night
that just won't end
Inside the walls that keep you sheltered
and hold you in
from everything
and everywhere
that you seek
Underneath the sounds
of every bruise
blow
and breaking of your spirit
that have stolen your peace
shifted the soil
and changed the terrain
of your soul
Behind the windows you have looked through
for so long
that you no longer see the outside,
only your reflection
reminding you
of where you are
and where
you are not.
