Hibernation
When she realised that she liked isolation,
she
questioned why she even
liked company in the first place.
She enjoyed her own company,
because sometimes other’s
voices were too loud.
The echoing and stillness
of the walls became
her
favourite sound.
Hibernation season never came,
and she was craving the
comfort
of food with the minimal responsibility
to be anywhere or to do
anything.
Like a bear during winter,
she just wanted her own
existence to be enough for her.
She wanted her own skin to be only comfort that
she needed.
She wanted her own thoughts to be
the music that caused
laughter
and encouraged dancing.
It was almost as if she wanted to relearn herself.
She wanted to interrogate
the fibres that made her being.
How the power of her coils
could be related to the strength that lied within.
How the freckles on her face
were a reflection of how
much heat she could take.
She wanted to relearn herself.
She just wanted to
fall in love with herself again.
So
that if anybody else came into
her life she would know what they would be
getting.
Because how can you give away what you don’t understand?