A response to Emily

You had the right idea Ms Dickinson,
to love and pine
from afar
Away from society's close speculation
and
over inundation
that would rather
keep you in their jar.

Ms. Dickinson,
you write so often
of the rise
and fall of love
But should it so alter
I wonder
when we do falter
or can it not
boost us up and above

Oh my dear Ms. Dickinson,
your era
reminds me
when man was a gent
even after
woman's relent
and loved her
for endlessly

You had the right idea Ms. Dickinson,
to flee society
to live in perfect peace
to not let them in
All over
again
and to let their rumors
eventually cease

Agoraphobia

Some days it’s all I can do not to run back to my house,
To lock all the doors,
To keep the world out and my self safe.

I like interacting with people
To a point
I like visiting and chatting

I just don’t feel safe
Unless I am here
Locked in with the world locked out

Or with a close friend
That will protect me
From all the evil unseen imagined terrors

I used to be so confident
I knew I was safe
Until safety was taken from me

I fight this feeling
With everything I’ve got
I do not want to be it’s victim