In Storage

Inside my own private little space

I fold myself up like a card table and put

Myself away.

There is no calling, no project, no desire,

Only a holding pattern that keeps me from

Daring to want.

It’s when I step out the front door

That my mind clicks on, slowly returning

To functioning mode.

It’s when I leave that confining space

I begin to feel a part of this world again,

Like a human being.

~Naida Lavon

2009

Write Around Portland Workshop

Prompts were:

Stumbling block or stepping stone

Or

When I step out the door

10 minute write