Recluse


.when weakened by the hours
of being worn by the world 
again and again 
hung up and let down


when motion-fatigued 
craving protection 
in the form of reclusion 


you say just the thing
reminiding me of why
again and again
i am moved by humanity 


so for you, i will move too
because even weakened and fatigued
I can always find space in isolation
for another that strengthens me


SUBJECT
Recluse
CATEGORY
[Poetry]
YEAR
10.2024


A poem about a boy or whatever.