In many a room one and the same;
Each has a bed, a window, a closet
And each protects me,
Shelters my feelings,
Allows me to inhale slowly.
Of course I cannot forget what is still
On the other side of that door
But a few moments in seclusion
Gives a break in the chaos
That refreshes the mind,
Suppresses the pain.
When I return here
A storm of memories blows through;
A comforting storm
That soaks the parched earth
Of my resolve,
Restores the security
I felt in those previous rooms;
Allows me to inhale slowly.
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