Sound of autumn rain in my garden,
Dim fairy lights by the fireplace
I hear my cats’ collars and bells; the anthem of this home
It’s a moment of comfort amidst this never ending craze
A hot cup of cocoa in my hand
My loyal blanket keeping me warm
Silent words hanging in the middle of the room
Like burnt out cigarette butts, tread upon and forgotten
Mystical remnants of a day all but spent
Loved ones by my side
Together with scents of herbs and spice..
As I sit here cuddled up
Binging good ol’ netflix
with empty food plates and a timeline thrown around
I think of my privilege and of my handicap,
Of all that I was and have become
And of everything I can dream to be
In this foreign land I made a home
Though this soul belonged to no land
And yet the darkness lingered on
Crawling from one room to another..
scattered but never gone.