This Haven


I see your haunted eyes

sleep’s tired turmoil

tangled in twisted sheets

with doubts that you have–


to leave or to stay

in the spider’s intricate trap

or  inhale the toxic moisture

on a moody moonless night


where nothing makes any sense

everything converging at once

sending you into a relentless spiral

beyond life’s choreography


the dance you auditioned

that made you so ecstatic

when you heard you won the part

came with terms and conditions


you did not read the fine print

a non negotiable contract

that felt like a life sentence

without any chance of parole


but there is always an exit clause

sit down here for awhile,

in this haven of peace and listen–

in the silence, you’ll find the answer.