I find refuge

Within this place.

These sodden rags,

Dirty pans,

And dripping sinks…

They provide a security

In the strangest way.

No anger.

No frustration.

No chaos.

Just myself

And the gentle slosh

Of water

As I dip the rag

Yet again.

Bliss

In the oddest place.

You'll never find me,

Here,

In my sanctuary

Of steel.

Until you see beyond

The dirty pots and pans.

You cannot see

My strife.