All I wanted was somewhere I could
Sit and watch life happening to
Other people; but now I am there,
Where can I go next?

Too many years I have spent
Living the life of someone who is
Not me: social butterfly, dancer,
Parent, hermit.
Comfort is somewhere in the
Middle, but I have yet to find it.

My world has shrunk
And I feel I have shrunk with it,
Squeezing myself into an ever
Smaller box into which I let
Fewer and fewer people.

My arms stretch out to
Hold back the walls, but I am
So very tired. Will I ever have
The strength to push them away?

02/02/2024

Posted on 04/21/2024
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