No Vacancy
i am a house with the doors left open
for too long.
too many footsteps have walked in
dragging their storms with them.
i do not know how to tell them
i have no space left
to shelter their rain.
i try to listen, to nod, to stay—
but the ceiling is cracking.
i can’t hold up another storm.
so maybe this time,
i will lock the door.
i will sit in the quiet
and hold my own hand first.
Copyright © Arya Fakhar | Year Posted 2025
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