At Home Where You Are

Shameless, in the guise of a child,
I’ve survived the most trying of times
out of touch and seemingly tongue-tied
reaching the boiling point of red blood

You hold the key to my stability, Dearest
and stoke the fire you lit in my heart
In this life, your patience is my staple device

And you came to me without hesitation
when my head was overrun with doubt,
thinking my life was as worthless as one plug nickel

Author: Emma Beane

"My history is still one of those mysteries I struggle with every day..." - [ebeane] ... All original works Copyright Emma Beane

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