Words on a page

She's curled up on the bed
Reading
Listening to the sound of the rain
as it pounds on the iron roof.

It's early afternoon
And she's escaped to her room
Away from the people
To the solitude.

She loves that she can do this
Be selfish
Having only to think for herself
And take care of only her needs.

No constant demanding
Of her attention or her love
No pulling or twisting
Of her time.

Just her
Left alone to her thoughts
Her feelings and ideas
A chance to bring order to the chaos of her mind.

A chance to stop
And to reflect
To organise her life
And to plan.

A time to listen
To dig deep and find answers
To address who she really is
And not just come up with some superficial words.

The book has been discarded now
And instead pen and paper are her tools
A chance to express herself
Through words on a page.