There's a certain peace to being alone.
I take long, deep breaths as I hide from socializing, in the comfort of my room
Out there it is crowded
Out there I am outnumbered and insignificant
I shuffle amongst the crowd, an outsider suffocating in there biased and predictable opinions
Being out there is like trying to breathe water
And I can only hold my breath for so long
But in here?
In here I'm the Queen.
I claw the bedroom door shut on the verge of hyperventilating
I am alone for the first time in 2 days
The quiet sound of my safe place feel like applause
I sit on my pillow throne stretching into the beautiful open solitude littered with books and pencils
And for the first time in 2 days
I breathe
YOU ARE READING
Breathing Water
Poetry"Hello? Are you there?" I call up to the wall. Standing at the bottom it makes me feel small. The wall blocks my view but I know that you're there. With this new wall in your life it's hard to show you I care. "Will you please let me in?" I lean...
