Lying in my bed listening to the rain drops
Wishing they would never stop
Not wanting to leave these covers
Hiding and not wanting to be discovered
Enjoying being alone
Everything else can be postponed
Taking personal quality time
Not worry about any deadlines
Completely focused on me
And what it is that I need
Actually loving me in totality
Door knocks bring me back to reality
Ignoring everyone else
Only going by my own impulse
Being alone is actually not that bad
No one to get on your nerves and make you mad
Relaxing with everyone out of reach
Listening to my own inner speech
Not depending on anyone’s guarantee
Discovering that I do really love me
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
relaxing with everyone out of reach, , , , , a phrase twice its size tucked nicely into this search of the soul corkscrew we sometimes fail to realize, even though it would be to our replentishment