There are nights when the world
feels too heavy for me to bear
and I withdraw into my other dimension
not a place of fantasy, nor a fragile illusion
but my hidden interior wilderness
where my body can finally breathe
this is the dimension that saves me
that gathers the scattered pieces of my soul
here I am reminded that the world is larger
than the chaos of human voices
that somewhere beyond the shouting
a better place survives, its’ beauty woven
into forests and oceans and galaxies
that the world can still be beautiful
and though outside, the world continues
its restless descent towards darkness
here, inside my quiet dimension
my light refuses to go out
©Ann Bagnall
Annie's Poetry 