The time when I feel best about myself is often in the safety of my solitude.
There, alone in the stillness of myself the frenetic chaos of the world is muted,
And my voice, my quiet truth can be heard in the distance- Not so far away.
Alone, without the cacophony of talking heads from electronic boxes making promises like a soon to be unfaithful lover I can find my peace.
There in that space I can settle in to the certainty of my frame and know that it is home- safe, warm and mine.
My personal space on this planet, not always neat and tidy or perfectly aligned, nor has its naturalness been manicured away in the fruitless endeavor to be more or less in the hopes of being something better.
But it is home and it is enough.