When you’ve only been awake enough to see darkness
When the only air you’ve felt
is from your own hot breath
encircling the cave of blankets,
When the only sounds you’ve uttered are guttural
Or heard.
When the dishes pile;
a meal for one for days.
Hydration a chore,
a shower, more...
when your voice rasps,
a “hello,” for manners,
when your fingers clench
nails to skin
indents to blood,
when the timbre of life cacophonous,
Rays overbearing and
a falling leaf,
camaraderie.
Silence is a friend.
A place for You to come in,
to come back.