The door is splintered and
the whistling world seeps
through every crack and I
close it with candlestick sweat.
As desperate as it seems I
need to shut the blinds from
moments of brightness were
I can feel every searing eye.
Daddy if you had been here
when Mom’s tears rolled in the night
and if you had held me would I
still need someone else’s arms now?
I can’t figure out where the path
breaks nor what constitutes an
opportunity, because every now
and again they are no more than pitfalls.
Light my lantern. Navigate this with me
because holed up in this shack I
have lost all sense of direction.
Just open the damn door.
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