Occupied, was this spot

so I dared not get in this space

Preoccupied, was my mind

with woes not my own

So I waited, contemplated

Felt displaced though tried

to show grace, patiently

staying scarce, keeping pace until

time can reveal how to deal

with these troubles not my own

that have been brought into

my home sweet home

My mind,  now needs to

go for a roam