Alone
When I was young
I treasured alone
except I never felt
safe
I carried not safe
into adulthood
almost agoraphobic
scared
I missed opportunities
in my comfort zone
hiding from the world
alone
Eventually I pushed
beyond comfort
out there alone
vulnerable
Everyday was an effort
push to new adventures
outside the pillow zone
breathe
I still like home
where I feel safe
but I push the envelope
alone
One really has to figure out what one's true comfort zone is, I think. It is not easy. In fact, for me, it becomes harder the longer I live.
ReplyDeleteSometimes I want to hide from the world. It seems easier that way. Home is a good thing...safe...your poem is good!
ReplyDeleteI am distressed I have missed all these poems, Willow. Pushing to get outside the comfort zone is hard indeed but necessary.
ReplyDeleteI really like the format of your poem, Willow, as well as its content. What a journey you have had. I know what you mean about pushing the envelope alone, yet you continue to push. I need to take a lesson from you, my friend.
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