stall
Comfortable and Safe don't reside in my home.
a friendly and ever so gentle earthquake in my own space.
last hour of my shift,
my footsteps are dragged, coerced.
studying my task numerous times
in the name of hope,
heart tighened to find
something i forgot to do.
stall,
Stall,
my friend.
your door is always open,
like an ear,
ready to hear.
stall.
your walls
like a chest
from someone tall.
uneasy comfort rubs my back
with your door handles
as the hands.
words written on the advertisement
on your walls transform
into words of encouragment.
stall,
my confidant,
i'll see you tomorrow.
fear greets me with a broadening, friendly smile
as i near my home,
welcoming me with open arms.
YOU ARE READING
Escapism
Poetryit's better to write your thoughts down than voice them to deaf ears that lead to uninterested hearts.
