There is no home away from home.
Whispering my cares anywhere else is a waste.
Voice dead if you don’t listen.
Who will hear my tears shattering in the shower?
Or weigh how heavy my heart is?
Where shall a true answer come from if you refuse to speak?
And you are my only hope.
Only one who cares for me as I attempt to stand.
All others have abandoned me and do not ponder my weakened breathing.
Even my pen’s ink recedes, dull to my pleas.
Not even a whisper?
Not even a vision to ease my mind?
Still, I shall wait.
I shall camp outside your door until it opens.
For where else can I go and be fully cherished?
There is no home away from home.
