Bliss among chaos

My footsteps’ echoes tell me I’m alone; But some were deep inside my soul I know I’m being followed. Racing thru the doors, To my escape from their clutches, I feel a chill sweep down my back; As I step onto the thin snow covered ground. As I sit on the bench, I close my eyes; And try to remember something good. Winter’s touch against my skin brings me into a frozen daze, And with silence is all around me; There’s no escape. A bird’s song begins, And I snap back from this daze; Only to remember I’m standing outside. I glance back at the building; Sensing what awaits me. As the doors close, And I take my place in the room; I hold onto the happiness I had for that brief moment. Bliss among the chaos.