'Waiting to be still' by Lyn Martin

Waiting to be seen to

I walk in a circle

I am ill

Pacing up and down a long corridor

I cannot relax because of the voices

Locked corridor

Black walls, black floor, black ceiling

A corridor of my imagination

Trying to leave, up and down,

Up and down

All the time

Trying to get to my house

My family, where there is love,

Safety, respect, peace,

Where I can sit and be still.