Rooms

Opening doors
Then closing 
When the moon chants
 “the truth
Will set you free”

Walking through doors
Crossing the threshold
Of trauma’s recent history

Just because we are in different rooms
Does not mean I have forgotten
I simply pushed through. I asked you to come, too.

I walk with such small
Grace, but I know that this
Is not a race. If I stumble
I always take time to fall. 

Maybe you’re in the room on the other side of the wall. 

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