Stephanie Bennett-Henry – Darkness, darkness, home
All my life
has been a search
for the one road
leading me to the place
that says,
You belong here
and I have been searching
for you too. Welcome home.
Make yourself comfortable
in that skin, put your feet up,
relax in your own quiet where
you feel safe, where it’s not
awkward just to breathe,
where being you is enough.
But it’s dark here
in this search
that remains unfounded,
the road crosses over
between almost there
and sorry, this road is closed.
Hitting roadblocks to see
what could be waiting
on the other side.
It’s always nothing
disguised as everything.
It’s giving all of myself
to the hands that give up
quicker than me
and I’m usually pretty quick.
It’s too much
running into closed roads
looking like arms
that want to hold me,
dropping me before
the first rest stop.
And I just keep driving,
making…
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