Just a Crack in the Door
Your chest goes tight.
The air feels small.
It is just easier to breathe
when you are behind a wall.
You learned this so young,
to guard what is sore.
Because if they don't get close,
they can't walk out the door.
But it gets so heavy,
holding the line.
You watch them all laugh,
and pretend you are fine.
I see how hard you try.
I know that you care.
It is okay to be scared
of the space that we share.
We don't have to fix it.
You don't have to change.
I will just sit on the floor
where it doesn't feel strange.
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