The lights are on and someone’s home,
the thoughts are clear and I’m not afraid to phone
the friends and family I’d left outside the glass jar
as I retrace my tracks to reclaim what had been watched from afar.
I return back to a safe place, a happy place, its home,
Where ME, Myself and I are united once more.
There’s a friend that helped me,
and enabled me
I’m reluctant to reveal, but cannot deny
kept under cover
with the pseudonym of SSRI