This Room [hero] Poem by Carla Nestoros

This room is full of doors, but my corners where i'm headed.
Where i can sit and wonder who'd love me if every front was shredded.
With no mirror to view a reflection.
And no gaps for any light.
With nobody who could hurt me.
Where i'm sure i'll be alright.
I'd rather be alone than risk what lies ahead
There could be pain and suffering.
No, i'll just stay here instead.
I could think about it anymore.
That keeps me protected.
It's a lesson i thought i'd never learn.
No apologies accepted.
My only fear about this room is things will change when i'm away.
Somebody else might take my hero, my hope that it'll be okay.
So i know until a hero's present, i'll have to just assume.
My faith remains here with me.
In this corner, in this room.