of your own creation
fighting to keep the wind and rain
from stinging your face,
the sun shines bright and beautifully for those you scorn,
It is your own shadow you fear,
your own tail you chase,
your own self-hatred that you choke upon
your own darkness that keeps the light from your soul.
It is the blood from your own forehead
dripping into your clouded eyes you see,
the wound caused by your constant ramming
into your own closed door.
I will pray for you,
and hope that one day you can live peacefully,
with open windows and soft breezes,
and thrive in a safe home
where the door will never close.
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