In By Xiomara Almirol
Closed doors
Doors that shut
Shutting out everything
Everything outside
Outside that vault
Vaults are where I hide
Hiding from humanity
Humanity haunts
Haunting the figures of my past
Past that safe place
Place that is in…
In my comforting mother.
Hush she would say
Saying that there’s nothing to fear
Fear never fazed me.
That is until
Until she left me.
I hope to find her
Her heart and spirit
Spiritually being connected.
Connected with her.
I am in pain
Pain that will never cease
Cease my life?
Life gone is my retreat.
Yes I’ll do it.
It will heal
Heal me from my grief.
Grief that my mother will aid.
I’m home mommy.
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