Here is one of the new poems I wrote this week.

Did I Frighten You?

Truth be told, it happens easily.

Sometimes a quick gust of wind could do it,

rattling the screen of an open window.

From one room over it sounds like a marauder

crafting a way into my own insecurity.

I’m on the second floor, but adding a basement

makes this kind of the third floor.

The second… third floor corridor leads to my door

and inside that another door to a cave.

I have boxed myself in with bookshelves

except for a small window,

my portal to whizzing cars and life I could call to.

Should I need it…to call out, holler out;

I hope to never find out if they would help out

if those creeks I think I hear upstairs are actually

in here.

All day, without as much as a whisper.

The cat’s purr became the only soothing vocal,

it served as an undertone to the cracking of floorboards

or to the crunching of the crust on my pizza,

until returning to my crude corner to read.

In silence I flipped open a book

to finally see the truth in one of my favorite lines:

“ The safest place to hide…is in sanity.”

And I looked up.

***For those who see this and may not know, I write a lot of poetry and I will be applying to go to school for it this year...So I'm looking to share a bit.