Is running low
That I do not have the energy to greet the world
Or all the people in it
I have learnt that this is ok
That I can have absences
Moments of reflection
Time for re-charging
And space to gather myself up
And keep myself safe
To not fall into the trap of trying to belong
To be comfortable of where I am
And what it means to me
I cocoon myself in words and cotton
Darkness and silence
But I do not feel stuck -
All spent out
It feels like I am surviving, adapting
Perhaps even more
There are moments of stillness
Like flowers sitting in a vase
Times when the electricity stills
I see it as blue petals, paling,
Like my eyes as they open
Always watching, at times adrift
At times connected
But always being somewhere here
I keep a watchful eye on when
Things are low
And when things are high
As long as I have some power inside
I can run both body and mind.
