My Door Is Not Open
My Door is Not Open
I sit with my head between my knees
Hands on my face rocking
My eyes covered by my hands
Rocking and rocking trying to pray
Unasked questions No answers today
I think, I think not sure what to say
So low, so low with nowhere to go
Shake and let the moths out
No room for them in my brain
Pulling my hair just to feel pain
Fresh unfettered scars today
In my bathrobe I lay
In my bathrobe I stay
Not getting dressed
No reason to care
There is no one there
My door is not open
It is not there
Copyright © Patricia Leduc | Year Posted 2018
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