Sometimes

Sometimes I wish I could curl up
in a small corner of my life,
huddled between two walls,
catching the rays of hope which

fall, like forgotten sunshine into
the shadows, warming the cold,
hard floor, soothing my weary
bones as they fold into myself,

caressing the edges of my form,
reminding me that there is
safety, seclusion and forgetting,
as light fades across my eyes,

and night calls the day to a close,
allowing just the fading of the
moon, to settle down with me;
until once again, I must stand.