6:27 pm

Taught–

Like burdened strings,

Holding the line to clarity,

Ruminating on many doors,

Long hallways,

Fading to dark.

Piled like ash,

Scraping out for relevance.

While clandestinely guided,

Honing on a fate,

Hoping in peace–

Perhaps already lost.

A spiraling state–

Blurred in possibilities,

Shattered woes–

Held apart by joy.

Coming back–

Walking in the door,

Home has always been.