Published May 15th, 2025
by Queen Visha
When someone calls, I answer on the first ring.
When someone texts, I reply right away.
I am easily accessible to the world.
I am at everyone's fingertips.
I am at everyone's mercy.
Waiting to be told yes.
Waiting to be told go.
Waiting for permission to live my life.
Waiting for permission to be free.
Sitting in silence,
Spending time with my thoughts.
My happy place is within –
Where it is quiet, and I am alone.
All I need is one minute:
Of peace,
Of silence.
But my phone rings.
Then I get a text.
Oh, how I want to hit ignore.
Oh, how I want to hit decline.
Oh, how I want to be unreachable.
About the Poet
Queen Visha resides in Cambridge, Ontario, Canada.
Read the poet's biography on Queen Visha's Artist Page.
This poem is also featured in Poetry World #12,
published in the Wax Poetry and Art Library.
Previously published in Toronto Poetry Magazine:
The Gift
by Anna Nike Leskowsky
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