It sucks to be stuck in a house,
in one room where everything must take place
but I am here,
typing at a third generation typewriter desk,
on a laptop.
I lost a decade
to illness and near death experiences
just to get to this desk
living in this room, for seventeen months.
I am happier here because I am freer here,
I am freer here because my choice was taken,
and I found out I would not die.
I am healthier here,
More creative and productive.
in a single room.
When the world opens again,
I will be able to stand taller,
because I lost the freedom,
and the planet kept moving
while I took the time to heal