Prompt 13, Hour 13 – Anew


I scan the area:

shelves full of disarray;

hangers tilted, the folds undone;

sparkling dust dancing in sunlight,

and setting atop smooth surfaces

and into nooks unused.


I am outnumbered.

I am called to enjoy the day,

but first – my space.


The space in which I breathe,

the space in which I carry my thoughts,

and the space in which I must find myself.


My space is sacred.

So no, I cannot leave it.

I fight against inertia,

to make room for me.



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