Sometimes, walls within walls-

a corner in a lit closet-

become the needed arms pulling you in

when being of the world steals too much of you.

The buffer zone softens,

muffles distant voices still too close,

settling scattered and jabbing elements.

This is you

learning how

to be your own port in every storm.

A day will arrive

carrying the gift of that small place

purely as memory.

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