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.
