Closure

Today, I build a fort

in the wasteland

to safeguard myself.

I shall not forsake my fort

for any voice

that summons me.

Always

you have plucked away

by force

all that was mine.

Today

fearful of no one

I sit

on this easy chair,

my legs outstretched.

Now,

I feel safe.

I feel secure.

I shall not allow anyone inside

to take anything at all

away from me.

Your shouts

and your screams

are unbearable,

never letting me sleep.

Yet

I have carved out my solitude

in the midst of the clamour.

Only occasionally I hear

a strangely new

and startling call.

Someone unknown

delivering unknown gifts.

Fearful always

of duplicitous invitations

I strengthen my fort’s walls

even more.

But what if they were

angels who went astray,

who arrived by chance

and have now gone home,

turned away by chance?