Sometimes...

Sometimes I hide in my own little world
Where I can make life what I want it to be,
See it how I wish to see it,
Where I can be free

I surround myself with beauty
Remembrances of what was
Thoughts of what could be -

Vibrant colors, flowers, drawings,
Materials to aid in the act of creation
Space to think, and dream

Sometimes I fill my space with music
Sometimes I dance -

But sometimes there is silence,
Besides a smile
And a whisper in the ear.

Sometimes I hide in my own little world
Where I can make life what I want it to be -
Here I feel safe
Here I feel free

Safe from things I don't understand,
Safe from conflict
Safe from the vulnerability
of getting to know people
well enough
and let them close enough
that they can hurt me.

But sometimes I need to let those things in
Welcome other people into my space,
Both literally and figuratively
Share the beauty I find
Rather than just keeping it to myself.

Sometimes I need to hang out in other people's worlds, too -
See how others have learned or chosen to see
Discover new kinds of beauty
And things that make them feel free.