I haven’t felt safe in over twenty years
That feels strange to admit
There’s a casual acceptance to a lifetime of fears
“Oh, come on, get over it.”
Like,
Maybe I don’t want this but I don’t know the alternative
Like I’ve been blinkered and I can only see straight ahead
It tells me this is the only way to live
“Stay home, stay safe, stay in bed.”
Traitorous to the last I tell myself it’s better
To live a life that’s infinitely lesser
Because I can’t breathe and I want to go home
But what is a home if you still feel alone?