an uncontrollable void beyond my front steps
the natural harshness rains down heavy on
scars that run deep as weathered wood
seeping through a worn roof
soaking webs I don’t dust
because I can’t just forget
I always come home
to the warmth of the fire that burns in my stomach
I can close my door but they still stoke the flame
on a crumbling foundation of bone on bone
areas can be replaced with steel
but even repaired houses don’t stand forever
my walls ache
as seams break under pressure
of the storm of demands that marks thinning skin
demons create drafts in my veins
I have welcomed them but am not ready to whisper back
the creaking and the crack of every step
is wearing me down
the webs continue to linger
I can’t just forget
dust collects on windows that can’t be wiped clean
as I try to peer into the world
I lose interest in my dreams
I can hold onto nothing outside my home
one day I will leave this too
but hold onto everything inside of me
until I build new
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