My Sanctuary

So much beauty here tonight,

 propped up against the wall between sets, daydreaming.

 No one needs me to explain anything,

 I don't have to apologize for long waits,

 I don't have to think about cancer,

 and I don't have to rush.

 I have no credentials or titles here,

 not even, "Mommy" 

I can tune the world out in my ears

 with Jay Z on repeat for as long as I want

 and I don't have to answer to anyone.

 The faint clanking around me
 is hypnotizing white noise
 and everyone seems to be going in slow motion

 off in the distance.

 I am lost in my own world,

 my sanctuary,

 my gym.