Root Of My Heart - Poem by Tiffani Williams
There’s a room in this tattered structure
Known as my heart.
The doors, bolted close.
The key lost in my doubts
So much security
To protect the insecurity
This whole hotel rests on top of it
The other rooms occupied by
The passer-bys in my life.
The ones that walk in, walk out.
Not the greatest rooms
Then in you come and make a scene
It seems you say
You’re on an extended stay
Until this hotel stops working.
That you need to be closer
But I’m pushing you away.
I deny you the chance at the root of my heart
That rooms too powerful
You could break me apart
I add a lock to keep you out,
Something tells me you won’t give in that easy
You are determined,
I feel my will power weakening,
I almost want to let you in
But it’s to this fear, I’m clinging.
Outside this place, it’s unknown
And if you break it
Where else would I call my home?
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