The View From My Chair
I sit curled in my chair away from the window
and the eyes which come and go.
I feel safe here.
It’s meant to be, a place of one’s own you know.
there are those of us who are too ready
take the swipes and the smiles
as if they were of equal benefit,
to both one’s health and the world.
Oh the ill gotten gains of being a pleaser.
Now I please my joy filled self.
I no longer creek over
to the heavy knock upon the door.
I stay hiding in my chair,
Cardi wrapped tight around me
my self pleasing ‘naughtiness’!