You stand at the doorway.

 
You stand at the doorway.
“You will not like my home,” I say.
“I will love your home,” you say.
“I do not receive visitors,” I say.
“I am not visiting,” you say.
“It is a wreck,” I say.
You do not respond. Instead, you look at me
and something bursts inside
something awful, deep, and lonely
and it is swept away
and out that door
and I hear me say,
“Come in, come in, come in.”
 
 
© Meisaan Chan

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7 Responses to You stand at the doorway.

  1. Stacy says:

    Lovely. Welcome with out judgement.

  2. Troy Thielen says:

    We all feel that way sometimes. Very good. 🙂

  3. Dorothy says:

    Exactly how I feel at times

  4. You’re welcome, Betsy. It’s exciting – I have a number of poems but have been so reluctant to share. It feels good to let the creative spirit roam freely.

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