AuburnScribbler

14 x 14

I feel safe in here, but yet I’m also in danger,

‘Coz if I stay here too long, I’ll become a stranger,

To all of those who may want to help,

But I remain in here; with my muted yelp,

To create a sub-world that makes more sense,

Saying to certain things, “good bloody riddance!”

Though a knock on the door; does indeed remind me,

That my formations are just but mere fantasy,

Thus, I have to leave; but just for a short while,

Either to work, to play, or to walk a reflective mile,

To think of my little world; that I’ve left behind,

As the odds are against me, for this world’s not kind,

Though a pleasant surprise may come my way,

In the form of a smile, to brighten my day,

So, in the moment; I’d think; that “this is healthy,

Not being cooped up, acting all stealthy!”

 

Commerce and trade is decidedly slow,

As my voice inside screams “CAN I GO!?”,

But there’s still so much; that I can do here,

Thus, with strong will I stay, without fear,

Except life’s gusts; are most likely to strengthen,

Thus, my want to return begins to lengthen,

Difficulty takes shape, my computer’s crashed,

And on the way home, the car has me splashed,

Though, after a warming shower has passed,

I plate up my meal, and pour wine in glass,

To wash down these continuous struggles,

And prepare for some much-needed snuggles,

For I’m back in my world; 14 x 14,

I look at my luck, so my thoughts become clean,

As I reflect on those; who don’t have this,

Hoping they’ll stay warm; on every Christmas.