Solitude

In my room
I am safe
with curtains drawn.
I hear traffic,
voices, the babble
of life outside.
I am hidden
from the view
and minds of strangers.
I eavesdrop
on the world,
but not too intently.
I read books
by lamplight,
rather than sun or moon.
One reckless day,
I opened my room
to an outsider.
Now, beaten,
I vow
never again.
With curtains drawn,
I am safe…
in my room.
© Clare Hill 2007