It is in the place where no one dares,

to climb, to seek, to find, to care

It is my own face in which I stare,

I am at my peak, when no one’s there.

No awkward words, or worse, the silence

Homeless, to avoid domestic violence,

The heart begs for safety, I’m yet reminded,

By the mind’s heavy hand over my mouth, whispering, don’t even try it.

No glass house, just stones, thrown in disarray

No roof, just an invitation for hail, to raise,

a glass to the soul that can find a place,

to rest in the anticipation of precipitation everyday

We he calls me beautiful, I have to think on it

I walk myself home when I want to run from it

I’m receiving mail to a house that’s still haunted

Envelopes piling up on the table

Isn’t this, what I wanted?

Fearfully and wonderfully made, they say,

But I’m afraid, of my flaws being on display,

For anyone to detect the scent of instability,

follow the tracks that I’ve laid,

And find me here.

The mind raises a hand,

There’s only room for one,

Please go on your way.

The heart begs once again,

Please don’t go,

Stay.