I hide in my personal cave;
I cocoon myself in the comforting darkness.
If I'm quiet enough I can hear the monsters.
They screech and holler at each other as if they are in pain,
but they see their howls as terms of endearment.
When everything goes silent, I listen.
I listen for my peace of mind to leave my asylum safely.
Even when I think I'm safe and the monsters are asleep;
they never really are and I ended up with slashes.
I make it away wounded, but find a haven not too far away.
The haven is lively and lit up by lighting bugs that seem to swim in the nights sky.
With the first step in I inhale the love and vibrate with its energy.
Here with its beauty and acceptance I know I have found home.