Returning Home |
| by JP |
Approaching the door
hesitantly, warily.
I reach for the bell
and push.
My arrival announced,
serves to feed my fear,
of denial and rejection.
I left here silently,
when you were not looking.
Slipping away,
ghostly.
It was not until I err'd
that you knew I had left.
and that error was enough
for most to close the door
forever.
At the door now,
waiting for your reply.
The threshold of your heart
has never looked so frightening.
Am I more afraid
of being turned away,
or of being accepted
and living with my guilt?
Do I fear your love
and your forgiveness?
Or my own inability to
let bygones be bygones?
Regardless of my fear,
here I am,
at the door to your heart,
at the door to my home.
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