No One Is Home
You stand at my door
knocking asking that I let you in.
"And for what?" You can keep hitting
your knuckles up against that hard
wood, pounding your fore arms and
kicking your feet, like a child
screaming for not having your way. I
felt the same way, you had me at
your feet. I to remember tearing
myself apart for you, and you just
stood with your back turned without
any words spoken you told me, "No
One Is Home". Now that I have
made it back inside, you stand alone
at my door, waiting for me to let you
in... Looking down at my scars that
slowly heal from impacting blows
you left at my feet from slamming
the door. I am the one telling you
"NO ONE IS HOME".
Copyright © Jessica Pompa | Year Posted 2012
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