Sightless, I peer into
cupped hands
Somehow it is soothing,
this caress of self.
I find I do this when
weary in mind,
as well as in body.
Soft, warm palms block out
the glaring light of reality
A short time...but
it is enough.
A deep breath, then
I reappear
No one has noticed
I was gone
I love the ending lines most... Nice poem, ma'm..