Resting Potential

I give myself permission

to sit silently at my desk,

drinking a cup of green tea.

And, who will blink an eye,

as I rest my soul, sheltered

in my personal space, away

from the tumult and toil

of the world outside here?

Free from responding

to my only online critique,

whose comments remain

in my notification box unread.

Free from worrying

about inviting the vitriol

of the opposition upon myself,

through words meant to bring peace;

yet, when I speak, they are for war.

So, I sip my tea, and gather strength

for the morrow, hoping dawn will bring

a new day, free of enmity and strife.