Key Door

There is no home away from home.

Whispering my cares anywhere else is a waste.

Voice dead if you don’t listen.

Who will hear my tears shattering in the shower?

Or weigh how heavy my heart is?

Where shall a true answer come from if you refuse to speak?

And you are my only hope.

Only one who cares for me as I attempt to stand.

All others have abandoned me and do not ponder my weakened breathing.

Even my pen’s ink recedes, dull to my pleas.

Not even a whisper?

Not even a vision to ease my mind?

Still, I shall wait.

I shall camp outside your door until it opens.

For where else can I go and be fully cherished?

There is no home away from home.

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