Disconnected

Disconnected

Stepping out onto my front porch,
I survey the scene that surrounds me.
Squinting against the rare sunlight,
I suddenly feel disconnected.

Isolated from the rest of the world,
I wonder if my solitude was right,
a way I kept myself completely safe
from the people who have hurt me.

I created an inner sanctum at home,
on video twenty-four hours a day,
knowing that in my own domain,
I am completely safe from the world.

But as I am sitting on my front porch,
I begin to contemplate and think,
wondering, as I absorb the sun’s rays,
is it really worth being disconnected?